Every few minutes, his eyes flicked back to the mirror. The SUV was always there. Same distance. Same calm, patient rhythm. He laughed under his breath. “You’re losing it, Miller. Nobody wants your old, heavy furniture.” But instinctively, he kept checking.
A pair of taillights appeared ahead. It was a small car crawling in the right lane. He shifted to pass, and just as his trailer drew alongside, the car slammed its brakes. “What the—” He yanked the wheel left. Tires shrieked, the whole rig shuddering sideways.