Rising Darkness by T.S. Worthington

For some strange reason he had the feeling that he was being watched. He glanced around and saw no one. It was a thing that he’d always had every time he was in a parking garage. He felt like he was just on display and that there was someone behind every car or behind every huge concrete post that held the next level overhead above him.
    He was almost halfway to his car when he heard the tires squealing behind him as the gas was hit. Alex whirled around just in time to see a car barreling towards him at full blast speed. He was not sure how he found the superhuman agility to leap out of the way, just narrowly missing being hit by the roaring automobile. He landed hard on the concrete, busting his shoulder so hard that he thought it may have been out of socket for a few seconds as he tried to regain his feet.
    The car slammed on the brakes and turned around. It was going to try to get him again. Alex saw now that the car that had just tried to run him over was a van. It was painted totally white. It had no windows except for on the front of the car. He had no idea who or how many people might have been in that van. Whoever it was wanted him dead. There was no doubt about that.
    He wasn’t sure if he could make it to his car in time before the van got to him. It was a long run, but it was about equal distance to the door. There was nowhere for him to run and hide. He had to think of something and he had to think fast.
    The van floored the accelerator and came rushing towards him again. Alex knew that if he ran it would just run him down. He couldn’t outrun the van, even in the parking garage. There were not a lot of places to hide. He was just going to have to trick the driver and out maneuver it until he could get in his car and get out of here, or the security guards saw what was happening and came to assist. He was not sure which would be quicker.
    He waited until the van was almost on him and then he dove again to the side, careful not to land this time on his hurting shoulder. He hit the hard pavement and continued to roll until he was on his feet again. This time he was not waiting to see where the van was. Alex saw the break he had been given and he was going to take it. He ran towards the end of the parking lot.
    In seconds he was inside of his car. He felt secure for a second, but he knew that the van was going to come after him again. He felt a little safer in the car, but he knew that the van could still crush him in there if it really wanted.
    Glancing in his rearview he saw nothing. The van was gone. It had vanished. Had it decided that he was too safe in the car? Did the driver figure that they were out of time here and that security would be all over in a few minutes? He wasn’t sure what to think. Alex just sat there for several seconds trying to catch his breath.
    The threat was gone for the moment. Was it Robin? Jess? Had Jess called in a favor that quickly to teach him a lesson? Was that even possible before he had got out of the building?
    It had to be Robin. He was scared that Alex was getting to close to putting the cuffs on his wife. He might be without his meal ticket if he let that happen. What if it was neither one of them? Could there be someone who was following him? Was there someone else they had not even thought of?
    He had to know.
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    “So, there is nothing on the security footage? No license plate on this car? You didn’t find any tire tracks there at all? That thing was burning rubber, Max.”
    Alex sat back down frustrated. He was in the office of Max Caulson, the chief of police. He had decided to stir things up a bit by going to the law enforcement professionals that he hated. He figured that maybe if they caught a whiff of what he was on the verge of uncovering it might get them to reconsider their position and he might even get a bit of help before he ended up getting himself killed.
    “No, Alex. There is no evidence there except for the video footage. We will put out an APB