Chapter Eight
Meanwhile…
Two blocks from the FBI…
Don once again had a very uneasy feeling after he noticed that the car behind him has been following them for the past few blocks and he couldn't help but wonder if that was related to Mark and Ellen.
"Do you guys recognize that car behind us?" Don asked, deciding to take a chance on them being honest with him.
Mark took a quick look at the car before shaking his head no, while Ellen took a slightly longer look before also shaking her head.
"You're just being paranoid, Eppes." Mark half-grumbled
Don internally sighed, as he was still wondering why the car seemed to be pretty close to them, as he didn't recognize either the driver or the passenger.
He wondered if the two were telling him the truth but he didn't have the time to think about it for now.
Making a decision, he turned the car towards a different street, hoping to find a way to lose the guy in the small chance he was wrong.
After going around three blocks and still not losing the guy, Don took out his phone to call this in, as he knew that he couldn't keep driving forever.
Maybe a camera could get a license on the car, if it's not stolen that is.
Then they would be in real trouble.
Ellen sat nervously looking at the car while Don was talking and had a sinking feeling that she knew who that person was, but she refused to believe it.
To Don's surprise, the car actually turned in a different direction, making him wonder if they actually gave up for the moment.
Unfortunately for them, a similar, if not the same, car soon pulled in front of them, and Don had no time to avoid hitting the car's bumper.
The airbags popped out immediately, which made it more difficult for Don to assess the situation with the additional whiplash.
He just hoped backup would arrive soon.
Especially with the two guys approaching them.