He lifted his head, adjusted his vest, and shifted his weight. “Caleb told me that this specific car was seen numerous times at your house. And he’s sent me videos of this car being parked out front. You haven’t noticed?”
She shook her head nervously. “N-no. No. I haven’t noticed. Caleb doesn’t let me have access to the Ring camera because he’s worried I’ll become anxious or obsessive with it. Maybe he’s right.”
“And no one’s come to your door or anything?”
“No.” Evie looked down. “So, someoneisstalking me?”
“More or less, yes. It seemed so.”
Evie grew alert. “Seemedso?”
“Yep,” he said. “Caleb had a concern that it was Breanne, Ashley’s sister. We tried to review the dashcam footage, but since there was so much there, it automatically deleted the footage. Yet after Caleb confronted her, he hasn’t seen it appear on the camera since. So, it seems youwerebeing stalked.”
Evie crossed her arms. “I have no idea why Breanne would want to watch my house. That is some serious crazy-ass shit. Do I have reasons to be concerned?”
“Nah, not now. I noticed you deactivated your Facebook though,and it’s still gone. How are you supposed to get local gigs for your work if you’re not on there anymore?”
“I couldn’t take it any longer. And I don’t miss it. I miss seeing Caleb’s posts and stuff. But it doesn’t matter if I get to see him like I do.”
Hunt smiled. “You really love him, don’t you?”
She grinned and nodded in reflection, pulling her hair behind her ear sheepishly. “Yeah, I do.” They stood in silence with each other. Evie slapped her arms at her sides. “Welp, I gotta get ready for work.”
“Yeah, I better get goin’ to. It was nice seein’ ya again!”
They hugged, and Hunt left.
Evie was on her way to work driving southbound on the interstate. She passed by that little clunky gas station full of wonderful memories, but having to look out the passenger window to see it made her look in her passenger mirror, and she saw a black sedan moving off a bit to the shoulder behind her.
Her heart rate picked up. As she accelerated to the full speed limit, so did the car. For a moment, she slowed down, and the car made a motion like it was going to pass her erratically. It veered off into the left lane without using a signal, gunned up right next to her, and slowed down and got behind her again. Evie turned on her signal and changed lanes, thinking the driver wanted to pass. They mimicked every move.
As panic rose in her throat, she tried to calm down and picked up the phone to dial the highway patrol. But the moment she did, they backed off, slowed down, and signaled they were getting off an exit. She put her phone back down.
It was apparently a stupid driver. Caleb was right. Knowing that someonewasfollowing her made her more nervous and anxious. She took a deep breath and calmed down.
Until a loud roaring engine came flying up on her left, scaring her half to death. That truck was so fast she didn’t even have time to react. She was going to let it pass her, until it swerved directly into her lane. She screamed in fear and moved off the shoulder and felt the bumps rumble loudly under her car. The white truck swerved far off the left shoulder, and the moment she tried to regain her position on the highway, it crossed over into her lane again.
Evie had no choice but to brake, but the truck sped up in front of her without signaling and brake checked her. She tried to calm down. But then, she got pissed. She observed that should she need to, the shoulder would be safe enough to run off onto.
She slowed down and called the highway patrol to report it. While on speaker, she slammed on her brakes when the truck almost came to a complete stop. Evie screamed hard as her stomach went into her throat. She pulled off to the right, but her car skidded due to the gravel. She couldn’t stop, and she slid, wavering into the shallow ditch. Luckily, her just car went off the highway. She didn’t wreck at all.
The truck was gone.
It was a white Chevy Silverado. And she breathed hard while the troopers had been dispatched both to help her and lead the chase. While she waited for the troopers, she went to call for Caleb until she realized something.
She was fine.
Completely fine.
Evie pulled her fingers through her hair and sighed in a smile. “I did it. I really did it! I handled that like a fucking boss!”
She clapped her hands. She knew the asshole, lunatic driver would be caught. Like Caleb said, everything would be okay. She screamed happily as if she had won the lottery. No longer did she feel like a frightened victim. The relief of playing it cool and keeping her composure was all she had ever needed.
The trooper came to help her within five minutes, and she filed the report on both the black car and the truck.
All signs pointed to Alan Moffet being the culprit, but after the suspect was arrested and the plates were run, she received a call saying that it wasn’t who she thought it was. Just a jerk driver.
So much had happened to her in a few short years. At least they felt like they were short years.
