When I pulled up behind it there were only six cars separating us. “Now I got you, asshole,” I whispered. I reached into the center console and searched of my cell phone, but it wasn’t there. I bent down, careful to check the traffic light every few seconds, and rifled through the cluttered area in front and to the side of the passenger seat. Still nothing. Then I remembered – I’d left the phone on the nightstand in the spare bedroom. I slapped the steering wheel in frustration. I sat up to see Silas’s doggy grin in the rearview mirror. It seemed to ease my tension a bit, and I forgave him for his inaction only a few minutes before. How could I ever stay mad at a face like that? “Looks like we’re gonna have to follow him, boy,” I said. I reached behind me and tugged on the loose skin around his neck. “You with me?” He barked and obsessively licked my hand. I was able to smile, and it wasn’t forced. The light turned green and the van rounded the corner. I trailed behind, glad to have a little distance between us.
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