Page 13 of Twist of Fate

Luke: You don’t feel anything. You’re high on pain meds.

Gomez: RUDE. Also accurate. But still rude.

Luke continued scanning the traffic for other threats. He adjusted his position slightly in the back seat of the taxi, giving him a better angle of the road through the rearview mirror.

The sedan moved back into position behind them, keeping three cars between them.

Luke exhaled slowly through his nose as a sleek black motorcycle smoothly slid between several cars.

“And motorcycle makes three. Dammit.”

Gomez: You should buy a new tie. That green one is such a crime against humanity.

Luke: You said it brings out my eyes.

Gomez: IT BRINGS OUT REGRET.

His driver wove through traffic with expert precision—and only a few curses at the ineptness of others’ driving.

The sedan slipped back a few spots while the motorcycle assumed its place.

Clean.

Controlled.

Not aggressive.

Not sloppy.

As his taxi exited the highway, Luke realized he needed a quick change of plans if he had any hope of losing the tail. Two of the three follow vehicles exited the highway with them.

“Hey, is there a mall or something nearby?”

“A mall?”

“Just realized I forgot my tie. The boss will be pissed if I show up to the office without one.”

“I swear those things cut off circulation to the brain. But yeah, I can take you to a shopping area. No malls, but you can find something. It’s only a few blocks from your hotel.”

Luke used the mirror to check behind him again. The same SUV from earlier followed three cars back.

Same distance.

Same lane discipline.

Interesting.

Gomez: Hello?? Don’t ignore me. I’m fragile. And medicated. Mostly medicated.

Luke: Almost at the hotel. Try not to burn the place down while I’m gone. Again.

Gomez: ONE TIME. IT WAS ONE TIME.

Luke locked his phone and slipped it into his pocket. He’d have to move fast if he hoped to lose them in a crowd. After tugging some cash from his wallet, Luke prepared to make a run for it.

The sedan was back.

Three cars back.