Ten miles out, he spotted headlights in his mirrors. It was a black SUV, barely visible through the curtain of rain, keeping a perfect distance. It didn’t pass, nor fade. It kept following. At first, he ignored it, saying, Plenty of night drivers out there.
He took another sip of coffee, gone cold, convincing himself it was nothing. Probably it was another trucker taking the same shortcut, or paranoia from too much caffeine and too many empty highways. Still, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled.