Fate

Episode 22

SLY

He noticed Claire’s left trafficator beeping from the distance, he kept behind her as the car slowed down and pulled over to the side walk.

He pulled over and watched on. He’d seen a girl step down from the other side of the car walking around to the driver’s side.

As the car went back into the road, he also followed suit. A long truck had found its way between his car and two other vehicles ahead keeping him five cars behind Claire. Just as he managed to overtake the two vehicles before him, the truck took to the center of the road not giving him a chance to get ahead of it even after trying from both sides. He had stopped trying when the traffic light ahead turned red just as Claire’s car crossed.
He didn’t need to rush anymore as he relaxed back waiting on the traffic light knowing that he was still going to meet Claire at her work place.

As the traffic light ticked on slowly, he noticed through the rear view a car driving up behind him but was suddenly blocked off by an old man who had suddenly made a lane switch. He couldn’t help but laugh at the frustrated guy who kept blasting his horn at the old man who didn’t seem to care. The scene behind him had been amusing as he remembered his frustration at trying to overtake the long truck before him.

He was looking still looking through the rear view at the guy who had resigned in frustration as the light turned green. Turning his ignition, he eased the car into motion. Stepping hard on the accelerator he overtook the long truck which seemed to be gathering up speed.
Short distance away, he noticed through the side view the same car speeding carelessly, overtaking cars from both sides. His sense became alert as he didn’t know whether the guy was on an emergency or trailing him.
Not wanting to take chances, he pressed down hard on the accelerator gaining some distance ahead. Having gained some distance, he turned his trafficator and took a bend off the highway. Covering another short distance, he parked and came down moving away as fast as he could from the car, his gun readily tucked into his trouser covered by his sweat shirt.

From where he stood away from his car, he saw the car come into view at a high speed stopping a little distance away. Immediately, he confirmed that he was being followed. He watched the car park for a while contemplating whether to approach it or not. Just as he made up his mind and was approaching the car, it zoomed off leaving a cloud of dust behind.

Running back to his car, he penned down the registration number of the car. Pulling the car out from where he parked, he dialed a number on his phone….