Trevor
The car is so fast but I'm keeping up.
The guy seems to panic when he realizes I'm following him, because he drives even more faster.
Unless he is good at car racing, I know I will get to him. I participated in car racing in my college years and I was good at it.
I'm keeping up with him and my car is just inches away from his.
I grip on the steering wheel tightly and step on the brakes with might when he unexpectedly stops the car. My seatbelt holds me from lunging forward.
I take a moment to compose myself before I look at the direction of his car.
The door opens and I quickly open mine. I'm not armed as he is but if I don't act fast I might lose him and I can't let that happen.
I expect he will walk out but he's still in the car. I take careful steps towards the car. The
