As he backed into the space, he glanced at the passing traffic and noticed a hulking black SUV pass by, then pull over fifty feet or so ahead. It was an Escalade. From a distance, and in the darkness, he couldn’t tell whether its windows were tinted like the Escalade he’d seen earlier in the day, outside the donut shop. The odds of it being the same vehicle were small, he realized. But if it was . . . He didn’t want to be tailed to the B&B. Best not to take a chance. Forget about parking. He had to make sure he hadn’t been followed. He pulled out of the space, passed the Escalade, then signaled right. When he looked in his rearview he saw the Escalade moving back into traffic, behind him, and signaling right, too. As if it were following him. He turned right, and looked in his rearview, and the Escalade seemed to hang back. He caught part of its license plate: CYK-something.
