Followed?

Miriam glanced in her rearview mirror and once again caught sight of the car. On her way to her farmhouse for an antiques’ buying trip, she'd hoped it would be uneventful.

The gray sedan had pulled onto Route 95 going south just as she had. She noticed the vehicle for a second time a few cars back at the light at Routes 322 and 202. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

"You're being paranoid," she murmured and blew out a breath.

Still, her eyes strayed to her outside mirror as she left 322 for Route 1. Thankful for the two other cars on the road, she remained calm. Until she exited the highway.

The car had fallen back, but she knew the vehicle still followed. She'd never thought to get the license number.

"That's why Mark's the cop, not me."

Moving off the highway, she had a brainstorm. She'd pass a State Police Barracks on the way to her house. She'd pull in there.