The car stayed with me and it didn’t drift and it didn’t pretend. The road narrowed into the stretch that ran along the back trees where houses thinned out and noise dropped away.
I slowed and stepped off the edge of the road. I turned just enough to see it without looking like I was checking. The engine dropped and matched me like it had decided I was the destination.
“Alright.” I muttered.
The car surged forward and cut across the road ahead of me. It stopped hard at an angle that blocked the path and boxed me in without room to slip around.
The doors opened before the engine even settled.
Three men stepped out first and then a fourth from the driver side. This time they didn’t waste time talking and they didn’t bother with fake calm.
They came armed and one raised a gun imme
