Six
I was in my car waiting outside the studio when Evan walked out, hailed a passing taxi, and headed toward the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel. This time I was prepared. Keeping my Beetle innocuously two cars behind the yellow cab, I settled into the chase.
Alright, it wasn’t exactly a chase through the rush hour traffic, but I felt a bit like a spy.
When we emerged in Manhattan, the taxi headed up the West Side Highway, and I assumed they heading for Evan’s East Village apartment. Looked like this was another stalking failure. First, he’s going to meet his mom. Now, he was heading home.
But when the cab flew past the Christopher Street exit, even changed to a far lane, and sped beyond Evan’s neighborhood, I rejoiced. I cheerfully followed them to the 42nd Street Times Square exit and the t
