Dirty Rotten Scoundrel by Liliana Hart

Author:Liliana Hart [Hart, Liliana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers, Medical, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Romance, Suspense
ISBN: 9781940499079
Google: 3YDsAQAAQBAJ
Publisher: NLA Digital LLC
Published: 2013-11-05T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

We left Jane and her tidy row house a short time later to make the drive back to Bloody Mary. I watched the scenery pass by in a blur as thoughts rattled around in my head like marbles.

“We’ve got a tail,” Jack said, flicking on his blinker and moving over a lane. “Just keep looking straight ahead. We don’t want to spook him until our federal friends can get a license plate and a description.”

I looked in the side mirror and tried to see the cars behind. The van was easy to spot a couple of lanes over and a few cars back. I didn’t see the grey Honda anywhere. “Which one?”

He moved over another lane and I saw a black Jeep with oversized tires and tinted windows follow us over. He stayed back several cars in length. Jack’s cell phone rang and he put it on speaker.

“You’ve got a tail,” one of the agents following us said.

“I see him. Can you get a license plate?”

“Negative. He’s keeping a car between us and the windows are too dark to get a visual on the driver. I’m about to get off at the exit and Agent Carlson will move in. I’ll pick you up about a mile down the road.”

“Let me see if I can help you out some.” Jack disconnected and sped up, putting distance between our tail and us. I had a white knuckled grip on the door with my right hand, and my left reached out and slapped the dash as we squeezed between a semi and a minivan. He slammed on the brakes and I jerked against my seatbelt, while the semi laid on the horn.

“There we go,” he said. “What are you going to do now?”

Jack somehow managed to watch the road, the car in front of us that was so close our bumpers were almost touching, the black Jeep, and Agent Carlson, who’d just made an appearance coming up from the access road and closing in to the right of the Jeep.

My heart slammed in my chest and I watched out of the side mirror as Agent Carlson moved the grey Honda over another lane so he rode parallel with the black Jeep.

“That ought to do it,” Jack said. He zipped out from between the semi and the minivan and then got off at the last second at the next off ramp.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” I said.

“Nah, you’re fine. You just got the wind knocked out of you when you hit the seatbelt.”

The phone rang again. “Did you get it?” Jack asked by way of greeting.

“Got the license plate number, but we lost the car. When Agent Braddock came up to get in position again the driver did some maneuvering of his own and did a u-turn across the median. We decided to stick with you in case it was a diversionary tactic for someone wanting to take a shot at you.”

“Did you run the plates?”

“They’re registered to Walter and Megan Cockrill in McClean.

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