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As Susan pulled out of the nurseries in her ex-Greg F-150 pickup, she noticed a dark saloon drawing away from the sidewalk behind her. She watched the vehicle in her mirror, wondering what she should do and if she was simply overreacting. She had seen a similar vehicle before – too many times before – that she had felt was following her. There was no one she could phone for help: Angela was busy with a customer's order and Kim Swales, her best friend, would be attending sick animals somewhere on the surrounding farms. She would have to deal with the situation herself.
She pulled into a superstore car park – and, sure enough, the dark saloon turned in as well. I'm not paranoid, she kept telling herself. I'm just more alert than usual because of the new situation. She tried to work out w
