CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Could it be coincidence? I glanced between the road ahead and the rear-view mirror. Just as I thought I might have overreacted, the Dodge sedan turned at the corner behind me, but it slowed to keep a distance. That was going to cost them.
I kept straight down the road, slowing just enough to tease them into following a bit closer. Tentatively, over the course of about a mile or so, they crept up, keeping a one- or two-car space between us the entire time. Up ahead, a light was green, but stale—I hadn’t seen it turn green, so I had no clue when it might turn red.
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