I slow slightly.
Probably nothing.
Delivery driver.
Uber waiting for someone.
Campus security patrol.
I keep walking.
My car chirps when I unlock it, the sound unusually loud in the quiet lot.
I slide into the driver’s seat and start the engine.
The black sedan doesn’t move.
I pull out of my space and head toward the exit.
Still nothing.
See?
Paranoia.
I roll onto the main road that leads out of campus.
And then—
Headlights flick on behind me.
The sedan pulls out of its spot.
My stomach tightens.
Coincidence.
Probably coincidence.
I drive another block.
The car stays behind me.
I make a sudden right turn onto a side street I never take.
The sedan turns too.
My pulse begins to spike.
Okay.
Still coincidence.
Maybe they’re going the same direction.
I switch lanes abruptly.
The sedan mirrors the movement almost instantly.
