As I drove toward the main road, the Caprice’s headlights blazed to life behind me. The car followed me at a distance for three turns. When it remained behind me after I completely circled the block, I knew I had a tail.
I suspected the driver was one of Freytag’s goons. He wasn’t hiding the fact that he was tailing me, so I figured he was trying to intimidate me into backing off. But I didn’t scare easily. I’d gone toe-to-toe with crazed meth dealers, serial rapists, and s******c Chechen mobsters. An investment banker with a Hitler complex barely moved the needle.
He changed lanes whenever I did, never more than a car or two behind me. At times, he crept so close to my rear bumper I thought he was going to ram me. Traffic was getting heavier as the afternoon rush hour began. Losing my s
