"Get out from my line of sight!" I yelled.
My expectation was that if I shouted a little bit louder, I would get the kind of attention that I was looking for.
Clint was amused by this. "Pay up soon."
He made his way back to his vehicle in a leisurely manner and then drove off.
I remained there on the shoulder of the road for a few minutes, thinking about the terrifying events that had just taken place. There was no chance that one of Scarlucci's people merely happened to be driving by when I needed aid with my flat tire and then proceeded to give me a cryptic warning afterward.
Actually, someone was following me. It was possible that one of them had destroyed my tire on purpose in order to tease me or fool around with me, but I had no way of knowing for sure. I had become nothing more
