Sweat trickled down my temples. My hands on my steering wheel grew slick. So slick, I doubted I needed the tape holding the button to my palm anymore.
Did whoever was driving the hearse somehow realize I was a witch and inconveniencing them by not being a rat? Were there two other hearses right behind that one? I couldn't tell. It took most of my concentration to keep Bernadette moving forward in a semi-straight line. It took the rest of my concentration to act easy breezy. That was a feat, let me tell you, because my pulse was thrumming between my ears.
On my left stood Gas, Guzzles, & Go. Time to see if the hearse really was following me. I signaled and pulled in. So did it. And so did the two others right behind.
Great. Just great. How long had they been tailing me?