Chapter 40

I circled furiously around the perimeter of the parking lot and sped back toward Peachtree. Just as I reached the traffic light, which, mercifully, was green, I heard a loud popping sound, and glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw that a small hole had appeared in my rear window with fracture lines spreading out from it. I floored the accelerator and turned south on Peachtree, tires squealing in protest.Where is a policeman when you need one? I thought as I ran red lights and passed cars at uncomfortable speeds for the busy street, always keeping a weather eye in the mirror for the van. It was still back there but was clearly unable to catch up with the Bimmer.