Getting across the bridge was my only hope, but they were closing in rapidly.
Traffic was snarled up for blocks. In my mirrors, I saw their cars trying to close in.
The traffic slowed both of us down.
If I ducked out of the car, they’d see and follow. I needed a diversion that would keep them busy long enough for me to disappear into the crowds and blend in a sea of faceless bodies.
The sound of metal crashing into metal was music to my ears.
I realized what it was as I barely missed the car ahead of me and stole a glance in my mirror.
Two cars back someone had zigged when they should have Zagged.
The result was three cars piled into the middle of the street. Horns blared and I heard the sound of screaming several swear words floated to me as I opened the door of my car.
Shutting it as quietly as I could trying not to attract attention. I glanced back.
They were standing next to their car. Grabbing the messenger bag I was carrying I waited. As soon as I saw them talking to someone I took my chance and walked to the sidewalk just behind a crowd of gawkers.
Once I had several groups of people between me and the accident I breathed a little easier.
Slipping in and out of the crowd was easy compared to trying to get down a block in a car.
It took me a while to get over the bridge.
Delivering the messenger bag with the incrementing documents to the District Attorney meant that I was a free man.
Only I wasn’t.
After that afternoon I spent the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for the odd car and lone gunman that was sure to looking for me eventually.
Traffic was snarled up for blocks. In my mirrors, I saw their cars trying to close in.
The traffic slowed both of us down.
If I ducked out of the car, they’d see and follow. I needed a diversion that would keep them busy long enough for me to disappear into the crowds and blend in a sea of faceless bodies.
The sound of metal crashing into metal was music to my ears.
I realized what it was as I barely missed the car ahead of me and stole a glance in my mirror.
Two cars back someone had zigged when they should have Zagged.
The result was three cars piled into the middle of the street. Horns blared and I heard the sound of screaming several swear words floated to me as I opened the door of my car.
Shutting it as quietly as I could trying not to attract attention. I glanced back.
They were standing next to their car. Grabbing the messenger bag I was carrying I waited. As soon as I saw them talking to someone I took my chance and walked to the sidewalk just behind a crowd of gawkers.
Once I had several groups of people between me and the accident I breathed a little easier.
Slipping in and out of the crowd was easy compared to trying to get down a block in a car.
It took me a while to get over the bridge.
Delivering the messenger bag with the incrementing documents to the District Attorney meant that I was a free man.
Only I wasn’t.
After that afternoon I spent the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for the odd car and lone gunman that was sure to looking for me eventually.
