CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENI blinked. The cars shifted and the Chevy disappeared from view.
Don’t panic, I thought. There are plenty of green Chevys.
I kept an eye out, anyway. As the traffic moved forward, I caught another glimpse of the vehicle. Through the darkened windshield, I made out the silhouettes of two people in the front seat. Were they looking my way? I couldn’t see their features.
I took a deep breath. Traffic began to move more freely.
“Quit worrying,” I muttered.
I hit the gas and sped toward my destination, glancing at the mirror now and then. The green car receded into the distance but didn’t disappear.
By the time I reached Pine Shore Lane, it felt like déjà vu. The setting sun gave the tall condos on the beach a golden hue against the indigo sky. I turned left onto the s
