On a knife edge

Our plane arrived at some airport in Canada, somewhere around twenty black cars were waiting for us. I noticed even police cars at the beginning and at the end of our column. What's most interesting, Markus ordered to take his plane under guard and asked for more police cars for protection. However, he hasn't told to any of the police officers that there's still someone inside, and it made me bothered. Luke is forced to sit there the whole time we'll be absent? Why haven't I thought about that before…?

"Markus, I need to ask you one thing," I finally said when we were inside one black car, surrounded by the same black cars from all sides. They all were looking like the car in which we were, so it means it was a maneuver to confuse those who might want to kill us while we were driving in a car. They won't just know in which car we are, as on our way to the meeting we were changing the cars in some secret places where no one could see.