Pale Horses
“And she’d taken precautions to ensure nobody had followed her. However, somebody must have been on the lookout because it wasn’t long before she noticed a set of headlights behind her taking exactly the same course.
She turned left and chose the busiest route to the highway, a double-lane main road lined with jacaranda trees and high walls that shielded expensive houses from prying eyes. Safety lay in numbers, which in this case was traffic, she decided. She didn’t want them taking the initiative before she was ready.
Although there was ample room for it to overtake, the car stayed at a steady distance behind hers. It wasn’t the white truck. They’d obviously jettisoned that and were now using a luxury sedan, also white. She drove carefully, slowly and relaxed, not giving away that she knew they were following her. Inside, though, she felt a familiar clench of excitement and she eased the stolen gun from where she’d left it earlier, shoved out of sight down the side of the pass...enger seat, and stuck it into the belt of her jeans.MoreLess
She turned left and chose the busiest route to the highway, a double-lane main road lined with jacaranda trees and high walls that shielded expensive houses from prying eyes. Safety lay in numbers, which in this case was traffic, she decided. She didn’t want them taking the initiative before she was ready.
Although there was ample room for it to overtake, the car stayed at a steady distance behind hers. It wasn’t the white truck. They’d obviously jettisoned that and were now using a luxury sedan, also white. She drove carefully, slowly and relaxed, not giving away that she knew they were following her. Inside, though, she felt a familiar clench of excitement and she eased the stolen gun from where she’d left it earlier, shoved out of sight down the side of the pass...enger seat, and stuck it into the belt of her jeans.MoreLess
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