Kyle twisted around in the passenger seat as far as he could go, then whipped in the other direction, trying to bring his phone up in time.
"What are you doing?" Andrea asked, as she glanced over from the driver's seat.
"Spotting tails," he explained. "I figured it would be a good idea if we knew how to recognize the Russians assigned to follow us." He twisted round again, trying to compensate for the movements of the car while zoomed in enough to photograph the license plate of a vehicle behind them.
"I feel like that blue Ford Focus in the next lane over has been keeping pace with us for a while," he said, squinting to try to see who was driving it.
"You think that's the kind of thing the Russians would drive?" Andrea asked.
