- Lily Thai — Limo Patrol

Lily pulled out her phone and showed Sienna a text from Mack, sent two minutes ago: Someone pulled Sienna Vance’s ride history from the dispatch server. Not a hack. An inside job. Get her dark.

“Sienna Vance.”

The scanner buzzed. Lily pressed the button.

“I saw them.”

“Who’s the client?”

A Code 23 was limo-speak for situation above pay grade . Lily sighed, put the thermos down, and flicked on her yellow hazards. “En route.”

Sienna’s face hardened. “Then help me finish it.” Over the next six hours, Lily Thai became a ghost. She switched Sienna’s phone with a burner. She drove the Navigator to a chop shop in Van Nuys, paid the owner five hundred cash to repaint it matte gray. She called Mack, who rerouted the entire Limo Patrol fleet to create a moving screen of identical stretch SUVs across the city. Limo Patrol - Lily Thai

They made Silverlake in eighteen minutes. The condo was a sleek glass box above a vegan bakery. Lily cleared the stairwell, the elevator, the hallway. Inside, she checked every closet, every window.

Lily didn’t look at the SUV. She looked at the tinted windows of the Navigator. A faint silhouette: a woman curled in the far corner, phone pressed to her ear, shoulders shaking.

“Ms. Vance. My name is Lily. I’m with Limo Patrol. I’m not your driver, and I’m not hotel security. I’m the person they call when things get strange.” Lily pulled out her phone and showed Sienna

“It’s 2:30 AM. Do it.”

Park extended her hand. “Done.”

“Because,” Lily said, “this isn’t about your brother finding you. It’s about him finding your driver. He doesn’t want to kill you, Sienna. He wants to make you afraid to run. And the only way to do that is to get to you through the people who help you.” Get her dark