Chapter VIII
Shadowed!
Lex Luthor drove down the familiar road to the Kents' farm more carefully than usual. He couldn't help checking the rear-view mirror over and over again. It was all he could do keep himself from craning his neck and looking over his shoulder for the car he was *almost* sure would be following him.
He hoped this plan worked.
There! The lights were out, but he was a solid 85% sure there was a vehicle behind him now: a big one, a truck or SUV. It must have been lurking in a side road.... Whoa!
The dark boxy vehicle behind him had suddenly been overturned.
"Good plan, Clark," Lex thought, as he pulled a U-turn in the middle of the deserted Kansas highway. "I sure wish I knew how you do that."
By the time Lex pulled up to the overturned vehicle, Clark already had the unconscious driver clear of the wreckage.
"Did he tell you anything?" Lex asked.
"No. He must have hit his head. Not wearing a seat belt," Clark said sadly.
"We'll take him back to the mansion and interrogate him when he comes around."
"Lex!" Clark sounded scandalized. "We can't do that! He might have a concussion or something, and besides I'm pretty sure it's illegal to, you know, take prisoners in Kansas. We have to call the police, and let them handle him."
Lex gritted his jaw and pulled out his cell phone. "Fine," he said. "But I'll bet you dollars to donuts he won't say *anything* useful to the sheriff."
Shadowed!
Lex Luthor drove down the familiar road to the Kents' farm more carefully than usual. He couldn't help checking the rear-view mirror over and over again. It was all he could do keep himself from craning his neck and looking over his shoulder for the car he was *almost* sure would be following him.
He hoped this plan worked.
There! The lights were out, but he was a solid 85% sure there was a vehicle behind him now: a big one, a truck or SUV. It must have been lurking in a side road.... Whoa!
The dark boxy vehicle behind him had suddenly been overturned.
"Good plan, Clark," Lex thought, as he pulled a U-turn in the middle of the deserted Kansas highway. "I sure wish I knew how you do that."
By the time Lex pulled up to the overturned vehicle, Clark already had the unconscious driver clear of the wreckage.
"Did he tell you anything?" Lex asked.
"No. He must have hit his head. Not wearing a seat belt," Clark said sadly.
"We'll take him back to the mansion and interrogate him when he comes around."
"Lex!" Clark sounded scandalized. "We can't do that! He might have a concussion or something, and besides I'm pretty sure it's illegal to, you know, take prisoners in Kansas. We have to call the police, and let them handle him."
Lex gritted his jaw and pulled out his cell phone. "Fine," he said. "But I'll bet you dollars to donuts he won't say *anything* useful to the sheriff."