Bob pulled the car into an empty space at Wal-Mart. He turned off the engine and shared a collective expression of glazed disbelief with Leon. They knew that they had stepped across a line, but neither was ready to believe it. Even Bob, who had talked such a good story of paranoia, couldn’t quite square the reality of a car chase with the imagined threats he had always seen around the next corner. Even so, Bob spoke first.
“I don’t want to go home yet. We need to get some more information.”
“If they followed us, then they saw the license plate number. If they’re Feds, then they probably will have someone sitting outside my house! Crap! Dad!” Bob realized the next step their pursuers would ...