Chapter TenIf I had to bet my life on it, which is sort of the case right now, I’d say that the driver of the Charger is trying to catch up with me so he can steamroll over my scooter.
Hoping that I’m just being paranoid, I switch lanes.
The Charger switches into my lane.
Figuring a little detour would be a small price to pay to lose the i***t, I make a sharp right turn.
In my mirror, I see the Charger appear behind the corner.
Could this still be some weird coincidence?
Speeding up, I feel the bean burrito like a cold piece of granite in my stomach.
The car behind me revs its engine.
I make a left.
The Charger follows.
Ignoring the red light, I turn back onto Broadway, hoping the larger street will provide more opportunities to lose my pursuer.
With a screech of tires, the Char
