CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
I blinked. The cars shifted and the Chevy disappeared from view.
Don’t panic, I thought. There are plenty of green Chevys.
I kept an eye out, anyway. As the traffic moved forward, I caught another glimpse of the vehicle. Through the darkened windshield, I made out the silhouettes of two people in the front seat. Were they looking my way? I couldn’t see their features.
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