I'm clinging on the seat and my heart is racing, every time I look through the rearview mirror, the Sedan is still on our track. Joe's arms are gripping the steering wheel tightly and he is so focused ahead, I don't miss to see the rings of sweat on his temple.
There's no traffic, so I hope, like really hope we will manage to escape them.
"Mona, why would anyone be following us?"
"I don't know."
That is something I haven't figured out yet.
The car is almost catching up with us and it won't take long before the person gets to us. Thank God Joe is here with me, I'm sure if I were the one that was driving the person would have already caught up with me.
"Maybe it's Trevor."
"That's not his car."
Trevor had a lot of cars but I've never seen him with a black Sedan before.
"Then who cou
