The Audi followed, losing and finding the tail lights of the Beemer screwdriving along the highway. The road was unlit and Bedri conjured trees. Sweat poured into his eyes and he fought to stay in the glow of Ghost’s tail lights. The road wound its way around Locust Hill then jogged east. He wondered if Ghost knew where he was going. He wondered, but he did not stop or press the car horn. The Beemer danced ahead in the now full darkness. He crouched over, gripping the steering, licking the sweat pouring down his face. The Beemer and the Audi emerged out of forest and retreated into forest for half an hour and then they came to a big crossing. Ghost made a right turn and Bedri followed. They seemed to be driving in squares. The line down the centre of the highway glowed phosphorescent. It blinded Bedri in the left eye. He didn’t know if he was sweating or crying. He realised they’d turned around and were heading back the way they’d come. He leaned on the horn. He saw Ghost signal right and followed him off the shoulder into a narrow driveway.
