“Um, Daisy, he’s still behind us,” Amy said as we reached the city limits.
“I know. Before you get to the light at Oak Street, make a quick right,” I said. “Don’t use your turn signal.” I had my phone in my hand, ready to call for help. The man following us couldn’t be a coincidence.
Amy did as I asked, but the old pickup stayed with us.
“Maybe we should call the police,” Amy suggested.
“I doubt they can do anything yet,” I said. “The guy hasn’t done anything to us. We need to lose him.”
I thought for a moment. “Pull into the Market Street strip mall, drive around the building, and leave by the back entrance.”
“Good idea,” Amy agreed.
She pulled into the strip mall and pretended to be looking for a parking space as we passed the drug store, the liquor store, a supermarket, and a h
