I look behind us and see a black saloon car.
“Maybe you are being paranoid.”
“No. I'm sure we are being followed.”
“Is there another way to Central?” I ask the driver.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Is it safe?”
“Yeah.”
“Use it. I think we are being followed.” Danny is freaking out.
“Calm down.” I say as the driver turns left.
“They are still following us.” She panics.
“Increase the speed.” I instruct the driver and take Danny’s hand in mine.
“Yeah, we are being followed. He is also increasing the speed.” The driver says and accelerates.
“Oh God!” I’m panicking too.
“Call Chuck or Ed. They can help us.”
“What am I supposed to tell him? That I’m going to buy pills?”
“This is not the time for that. Our lives might be in danger.”
“But…”
“Call him! Dammit!” she grabs my purse and takes out my
