“Something wrong?” Finn asked.
“I thought I saw the man I told you about—well, his car anyway—about half a block behind us.”
“Does he know you had a class tonight?”
“Yeah. He might have planned on meeting me there, although he didn’t say so.”
“If he’s still behind us, do you want me to drop you off?”
Luke took another look. The Porsche wasstill behind them, although farther back now. After a second’s thought, he said, “No. He always does this. Shows up without telling me he’s going to. Like he owns me and expects me to drop everything to be with him.” He shook his head, saying under his breath, “Not this time, Jourdain.” Aloud he told Finn, “Let’s get to the coffee shop, and hope he doesn’t follow.”
Finn grinned. “I’m a cop. I’m good at shaking a tail. Which car?” Luke told him as Finn made a right turn at the next block, then several more rights and lefts. “Lost him,” Finn proclaimed ten minutes later, before proceeding on to the coffee shop.