Page 23 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
At first, I didn't see what he was referring to but then it became painfully clear they were using two vehicles. It could've been more. They were making sure one vehicle wasn't seen too many times to blow their cover.
Luke swerved around oncoming traffic propelling us across an intersection with the yellow light quickly turning red.
The lead car was stalled behind a post office truck. They would have to call ahead and make sure they didn't lose the tail on us.
Luke obeyed every traffic law and didn't do anything to make them pull us over. He changed lanes, almost sideswiping a bike messenger. A curse and a one-finger salute was the young man's reaction to almost becoming a hood ornament.
Luke turned sharply, the wheels squealing, sparks flying from the bumper when it hit the concrete side of a building within the alley. Papers flapped and floated in the breeze creating a snowstorm of old news.
The tight squeeze made me keep my arms inside the vehicle at the risk of losing a hand.
"I want to talk to you about a business proposal. Being a bodyguard gave me an idea to expand the business. We can own a piece of the American pie and be able to provide for our pack. We might even be able to buy that piece of property you have your eye on." He revealed what I didn't know he knew.
"How did you know?" I asked, already knowing I wasn't going to get a straight answer.
His left eye twitched in the reflection of the rearview mirror. "I will never give away trade secrets. Be grateful I'm on your side. You've been very secretive. I told you that I don't like being kept in the dark."
"You've always been security conscious. I don't like you went behind my back to watch me without permission, but I understand the sentiment behind it. I will forgive your trespass this time but don't let it happen again. My patience is very thin," I chastised.
He wore black fingerless racing gloves.
The evasive tactics were something I admired. Luke was quite ingenious and could think outside of the box better than anybody I knew.
We were in the clear and there was no sign of the two vehicles we had dogging us every step of the way.
The taxi met up with others converging on one place until it was bumper-to-bumper.
"I might have called a few taxi companies," he said with a smile on his face.
The other taxis looked exactly like ours. The distraction was short-lived but did what it was intended to do. The others got frustrated when nobody came out of the building. A few choice words were spoken in anger with raised fists and foreign words thrown around in their native tongue.
Those taxis soon departed, and we continued out of the city.
"That's not good," Luke blurted out.
I craned my neck forward with both hands on the edge of the seats. The upholstery felt like sandpaper against my fingers. Somebody was partial to the scent of jasmine.
I didn't ask Luke where he had gotten the taxi. It was information I didn't need to know at the time.
"Don't tell me you stole this," I whispered into his ear.
"Don't ask a question when you already know the answer," he replied.
Two police cars with their lights flashing crossed the road. It looked like a typical check of licenses and registrations.
There was no reason for Detective Coleman to be standing behind two patrolmen peering into the windows with their flashlights.
My enhanced vision verified he was holding a photograph of me. He must've gotten it from a camera at the police station. It was a still shot and not very flattering.
He was looking for me.
I just couldn't figure out how he knew where I was going to be. Then it dawned on me that there had to be a fox in the hen house dressed as a sheep.
"What do you want me to do?" Luke inquired with his fingers curling around the steering wheel.
"That is the million-dollar question. We have to play it cool. He's just looking for a reason to haul me in for questioning again. I've rubbed him the wrong way," I admitted to pulling the wool over his eyes.
"No, not you. That's not possible," he teased.
