Just as I’m about to go through the door, my shoulder clips someone else’s hard.
“I’m sorry,” I say, nearly dropping the food.
The man is wearing a black hoodie, the hood pulled up and his face is down. He doesn’t say anything, but he does hold the door open.
“Thanks,” I say carefully, hurrying towards the car. I am suddenly feeling the urge to get home.
“That was crazy,” Electra says. “But it’s so going to be worth it. It smells amazing.”
“Yes it does,” I agree.
I put the car in drive and head back to the estate. The roads are dark, clear of most traffic. But of course, there is a cop right behind us.
“Ten bucks says we’re going to get pulled over,” I mutter.
“If we do, it’s because the guy is bored,” she says, pulling two fried dumplings out of the bag and handing me one to munch on. “Use your belly to get out of the ticket.”
“I don’t think being pregnant is going to get me out of anything.”
“You never know,” she says while chewing. “If not, I’ve used my boobs more than once for that purpose.”
“Jesus.” I smile and shake my head. But suddenly, the cop turns their lights on. “Shit.”
I’m about to pull over when the cop flips around, bolting in the opposite direction.
Both of us let out a breath and start laughing. “That was close,” Electra says.
I agree and relax a little. Until her brow furrows again as she stares in the side mirror. “The car behind us is really coming in hot,” she says.
I look in the rearview mirror and sure enough, a black car is right on our ass. “What the hell is he doing?”
“I don’t know, but he’s going to run us off the road,” she says. Then she rolls her window down and sticks her head out. “Hey, dipshit! Go around us!”
“Electra,” I warn, worried that she’s going to fall out.
The driver gets even closer and I get a look at him in the mirror.
My heart slams into my ribcage.
It’s the hooded guy from the Thai restaurant.
“Electra. Get back in the car. Electra!”
She yells another profanity and, just as she’s about to turn around, he bumps us. It’s enough to jet her forward, making her hit her head as she sits back down.
“Fuck!” she lets out.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I glance at her while trying to keep my eye on the road. I also hit the gas in hopes we can lose him, but no such luck. He’s still right on our asses.
“Yeah. Except that I am now going to havetwoblack eyes. What the fuck is his problem?”
“I think he’s following us.”
“No shit. If he was following us any harder, he’d be right on top of us.”
“I mean from the Thai place. I saw him inside.”
“What did he look like?”
