I turned right out of the neighborhood and headed toward town. The blue sedan followed us through a few side streets, but I got lucky with a light and made a quick turn to merge onto Highway 400. Finally, I lost my pursuer—if that"s what they had been—in the evening traffic.
“Did you see what they looked like?” Kestrel asked.
“Only that they had a lot of hair.”
“Another Bigfoot?”
“I don"t know. The chances of meeting two of those in one day…” I focused on relaxing my grip on the steering wheel so I wouldn"t accidentally damage it. “Miniscule at best. The odds of encountering one in a lifetime are pretty impossible.”
“"Pretty impossible." That"s imprecise language for you, Uncle.”
I smiled, both at her jab and because it was good to hear her teasing again. I hoped these moments of nor
