“Ah guys? I think we’re being followed,” Steve said from the front of the limo.
Damn, thought Mort.
DamnThey had just picked up Lily and Bertram and barely had time to get each other up to date.
“He’s right,” Bertram said. They all looked out the rear window. A Mercedes, black paint glaring from the street lights, was close. A little too close.
“Just because it’s a black Mercedes doesn’t mean it’s following us,” Mort said.
The engine of the large car revved and it lunged forward, ramming into the back of the limo. They were thrown off the seats. When Mort pulled himself back onto the rear seat, he could see that a second car had joined them. This one, a black SUV, looked like it was full of people; all of them had guns.
“Fine, but good luck getting through this glass. It’s ar
