Chelsea looked behind us and said, “Oh my God! I think you’re right. It is Christian behind us. What do we do?”
“I am going to the police station on 1st Ave. We’ll pull in there and see if he follows us into their parking lot.”
The police station was on the corner of First Avenue and Washington. As we approached the driveway leading into the station I hit my breaks and pulled the steering wheel hard right and my Jeep started to tip over. After teetering on the edge of my two right tires for several feet it dropped back to the ground and righted itself. I slammed on the breaks we came to a screeching halt in the first precinct parking lot. Christian did not follow and continued going down Washington Avenue.
Closing my eyes, I put my head onto the top of the steering wheel and began to so
