“Yeah, okay. Not creepy at all. But I’m gonna ignore you,” he muttered, forcing a grin that didn’t last. His hand stayed near the horn, like that would somehow help. Every time lightning flashed, the mirrors flared white, and the SUV was still there. Always there.
Without the distraction of the radio or music, Dan couldn’t shut out the thoughts. What if Alvarez hadn’t told him everything? Maybe it was some sort of stolen antique furniture? His pulse ticked faster. Then he remembered the paperwork and the place he picked up the shipment. He said aloud. “No way. That’s bizarre. The company’s legit.”