Volvos, soccer moms in enormous SUVs. Mona was a sexy car. I still pined for my beloved Mustang, but I had to admit, the throbbing growl of power from the Viper was seductive.
Even doing something as tame as crawling from one red light to another on this cloudless suburban day.
Weâd only gone about three blocks when Sarah suddenly said, âDid you know youâre being followed?â
We were heading down East Sunshine, and the traffic wasnât exactly light; I looked at her in the rearview (sheâd been relegated to the back) and studied her carefully. âOkay, youâve been living in California way too long. This is Florida. We donât get tailed in Florida.â
She didnât look behind her as she said, âChrêtien had me followed for six months; I know what Iâm talking about. Thereâs a white van with dark-tinted windows and a magnetic sign that says itâs from a flower shop. It pulled out of the apartment parking lot when you did. Itâs three cars back.â
I blinked and focused on the traffic. She was right, there was a white van back there. I couldnât see anything about the sides, but the windows were dark-tinted.
âSo? He dropped off some roses. Unfortunately, not to me.â And I so deserved it, for putting up with Sarah.
âChange lanes,â she said. âWatch him.â
Couldnât hurt. I spotted an opening and did one of those sports-car levitation glides laterally from one lane to another, no signal, and then sped up and whipped back over two lanes. Cherise yelped and grabbed for a handhold; Sarah turned to look back, just a quick glance.
âHeâs following, but heâs trying to look casual about it,â she said. I nodded. It wasnât easy to do in traffic, but I split my attention and sent part of myself up into Oversight, to see what was going on in the aetheric.
It wasnât a Warden behind us, at least. Nothing but normal human stuff happening, not even the faint smear Iâd come to recognize as a Djinn who didnât want to be spotted. I dropped back into my body, put my foot down, and felt Mona respond with a fast, eager purr. âHang on,â I said, and whipped the wheel over hard at the next light. Cherise yelped again, higher-pitched; Sarah grabbed for a handhold and tilted without making a sound.
âHey!â Cherise blurted. âThis isnât the way to the mall!â She was much more panicked about the idea of missing her shopping appointment than any sinister, faceless stalker we might have picked up.
Hey, I never said she was deep. Just fun to be around.
âBack entrance,â I said. The van turned the corner, a block behind me, and accelerated. I eased back down to a regular street speed, mindful of any cops that might be lurking and itching for a chance to ticket a Viper, and made another turn, to the left.
I took the turn into the Galleria parking lot. It was a typical day, which meant busy; I cruised around for a while, watching for the white van. It was still back there. When I pulled into a space, so did it, several rows away.
All very sinister, suddenly. I didnât like it at all.
âCherise, you take Sarah and go on to Ann Taylor,â I said, and popped my door open. âIâll be right behind you. Sarah, youâve got my Mastercard. Justâdonât buy big ticket without me.â I realized that Sarahâs standards of big ticket might vary from mine. âUm . . . that means anything over a hundred dollars.â
She looked briefly shocked, probably at the low-limit amount. Both of them started to argue, but I slammed the door and kept walking, fast and purposefully, heading for the white van that was parked and motionless several hundred yards away. I made sure to stay blocked from it as much as possible by giant SUVsâwho the hell needs a Hummer the color of a yield sign, anyway?âand the ubiquitous
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