“Okay, so street lesson one: look both ways when the light turns green. You never know if some idiot on a bike or a guy with headphones, or even a police car or other emergency vehicle is on its way though. So you look first, even if it’s green.”
“m'kay.”
They turn onto Commonwealth Ave.
“Where are we?” asked Zoey.
“Commonwealth Ave, duh.”
“No, we are Westbound on Commonwealth passing Blandford. You always need to know your nearest cross street and direction. The same goes for when you’re on the highway, note the mile marker or at the very least know what exit you just passed.”
“But there’s google if anything goes wrong.”
“You can’t trust everything to your phone you know. What if the battery dies? Hmmm, that’s funny.”
Margo gave her a look. She’s known that look since the day they met. Zoey sensed trouble but was doing her best to remain calm.
“It’s nothing. Just the license plate on that Super Duty with the utility cap. I’ve seen it in a few places on our drive tonight.”
“You mean the one behind us?”
“Yeah. Don’t turn around.”
“How the hell can you read the plate when it’s backwards in the mirror?”
“Same way you get to Carnegie Hall: practice.”
Zoey pulled off to the side to double park for a moment. She put her hazard lights on. The pickup truck drove on by and took a left at the next intersection.
Calmly Zoey tells Margo, “Let’s just wait here a second.” Zoey’s watching her mirrors, then decided to continue driving.
“So, crosswalks are a bitch here. At night, if they’re not illuminated it’s almost too easy to hit someone. In the nice parts of town, like in Longwood, they have this flashy thing that lets you know people are gonna cross. Other places, at times you’re not sure whether the pedestrians have a signal or you need to yield to them. This city’s signage is a mess.”
“Okay, I get it. I want to drive now.”
“Don’t be so impatient.” Zoey felt a duty to show her safe driving. She had always been like a sister to her. They even, coincidentally, shared the same last name.
“Oh, come on, I’ll go slowly.”
As they approach Granby Street, Zoey sees something else she doesn’t like: another familiar plate.
“This guy was paralleling us from Bay State Road. We’re being tailed.”
“What?” Margo exclaimed with confusion.
“I remember the plate on the car up here from when we were cruising down Newbury street. The blue Ford Fusion up here, I think it’s a Special Service Edition. It’s a cop car. I’m gonna run a route.”
“A what?”
“I’m going to run my surveillance detection route; I’m going left at St. Mary’s and I’ll head towards Coolidge Corner.
“You gonna lose ‘em.”
“No, I’m going to bore them to death. You don’t lose people. Otherwise the next time they’ll double the surveillance.”
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