CHAPTER 19
I drove in a random direction at full speed for about ten minutes, my eyes shifting back to the rear view mirror again and again. I fully expected that another black van, or perhaps a fleet of black vans, would fall in behind and give chase. But none did.
As my heart slowed I eased up and turned into a quiet side road, wondering what my next course of action should be. Escaping law enforcement was not exactly my forte.
Beside me Benny was silent. He had slipped into his place of calm immediately after we had left the parking lot.
After another five minutes of driving aimlessly I decided to pull up outside a small café, looking as casual as possible.
At last Benny’s eyes popped open and he looked around.
“Where are we?”
“Not sure,” I responded, “I just drove.”
He whipped his head around, but soon drew the same conclusion I had. “You weren’t followed.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What happened to the Enforcers?”
I hesitated. “Blasted them.”
“You blasted the Enforcers?”
“Yes.”
“I see.”
“What do we do now?”
He pulled money from his pockets, flipped through it again and looked at his watch. “There’s plenty of time. We make the trade. But first we swap cars.”
“Okay.”
“Did the Enforcers see your face?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t think so. But what does it matter, Selena saw both our faces.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
“Don’t worry?!”
“Trust me, don’t worry. I can deal with that later. Right now, we need to make this trade.”
“Fine. What do you mean swap cars?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Great. That’s who we are now? Petty thieves?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I think we passed the right to be indignant about theft an hour ago.”