THE WINTER SUN HUNG low in the sky Tuesday morning, but while it gleamed at me in the rear-view mirror of the Porsche, it couldn’t obscure the fact that I had a black Lexus on my tail.
I’d have shrugged it off as nothing, but the deal with the witches and the black Lexus from the week before brought my niggle to the surface.
I hadn’t gone with the others that morning, which only added to my worry.
The second time, when I had a bad feeling about a Lexus parked outside the supermarket, I’d left the house alone, too.
The third time resulted in a black Lexus in tow as I flew around country lanes toward Derby.
Coincidence?
I peered for about the four-hundredth time in my rear-view mirror. Whoever drove the Lexus seemed to know to keep their distance.
If I slowed, they hung back and retai
