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.