99-word fiction: The Stranger – part XII
The woman’s hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white in the dark.
She had wanted to catch up and overtake, her focus on the man two cars ahead — until she noticed the one in between.
Her skin prickled. Something wasn’t right. Hats. Cops. In an unmarked car.
Either they were just out doing the rounds or they were also following him.
She looked down at the gun on the passenger seat. Keeping her eyes on the road, she slipped it into her bag.
She had no choice but to stay where she was, for now.
And watch.
And wait.

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