‘Why not?’ ‘I don’t want him to know I’m onto him. I have to think what to do.’ We were approaching Narrabeen in moderate traffic. The lightness of the traffic had helped me spot the tail. An off-white 4WD. That, and the fact that the driver wasn’t first class at the job. The 4WD stayed well back but had changed lanes when I had capriciously, and when I slowed for no good reason it’d slowed as well. A couple of times it would have been logical for the driver to have passed other vehicles. Didn’t happen. Rod sat silent for a while, then he drew in a deep breath and spoke hesitantly. ‘This is weird. Art and life, you know? I’ve played this scene a couple of times. You know what happened? I was a spy, like an ASIO agent, and I sort of lured the car following me into a place where I could surprise him. It worked okay on TV.’ ‘This isn’t a film and I’m not going to do anything like that.’ ‘Why not?’ I concentrated on my driving for a while as I thought it through.
