Thinking about what to do for the best, I called out to the Bluetooth in the car, which sprung to life. Whether I wanted to or not, I had to speak to Jace. Shouting out for the car to call Jace, I sped along the roads with the car tailing me, every step of the way. No matter what turn off I unexpectedly took, the car swerved to follow me, and the adrenaline pounded through my veins.
“What’s up, Becca?” the voice of Jace boomed through the car.
“Jace, I’m being followed and I don’t know what to do!” I called out, frantically swerving to not hit a wheelie bin that had been unhelpfully placed down a side street.
“Followed? What does the car look like?” he asked with urgency.
“It’s a black car with tinted windows, and I think it’s a man behind the wheel,” I half-screeched, drivin
