I set out after making Dad’s breakfast. The rain from the day before had moved on but the air was still cool. Winter would be blowing into town soon. I’d spent the last five winters in the southern States, and my wardrobe ran to bathing suits, sandals, and shorts. The first snowfall was going to be a shock to my system. I was twenty minutes outside of Perth when I spotted a black car with a tinted windshield behind me. At first, I thought nothing of it. Then I noticed that the driver was keeping a few car lengths back. The white van behind me turned off, and the black car fell further back. The driver let another car pass. Odd. I sped up and passed two cars. I checked my rear view mirror. The black car had passed the car that had just passed it. This was one strange game of leap frog. I reached the town of Perth with the black car still a few lengths back. I decided to carry on to the restaurant where Maddie Ringer had agreed to meet me. I’d check to see if the car followed. I pulled into a parking spot in front of Peter’s Family Fare Restaurant on Gore Street.
