Chapter Twenty-Three
Don’t panic, I thought. Just the sight of the Lincoln made my hands shake. To steady them, I gripped the wheel. It was hard to keep my eyes focused on driving, and I had to remind myself to do that or I’d risk rear-ending someone.
I resisted the urge to duck down a side street in a lame attempt to evade them. That’s probably what they wanted. Get me to a deserted spot, maybe force my car over to the side. Stick with the crowd. Look for a cop.
If I found a cop, what would I say? Help me, officer, I’m being chased by the Mafia. He’d never believe it. Anyhow, there’s never a cop around when you need one, and today was no exception.
I glanced in the rearview mirror. Only one car separated me from the Lincoln. The dark windows made it impossible to see who was driving,
