"Shall we go?"

Evelyn nodded. She wanted to tease him about his childishness, but she was too tired to say anything.

The roads were almost empty, with very few cars and other small vehicles. By the time they came to an intersection, the traffic Light had turned red. Seeing that Evelyn had fallen asleep, Sheffield adjusted the seat so that she could recline more comfortably.

When the light turned green, he drove away slowly. After he covered some distance, through the rearview mirror, Sheffield saw a shabby old black car following them. It had no license plate.

He habitually became alert and noticed, after a few random turns, that the car was indeed tailing them.

Sheffield quickly threw a glance at the seat belt on Evelyn and stepped on the gas.

The car behind them sped up as well.

Soon, they reached the downtown area. There were many intersections here and he knew that, sooner or Later, he would run into a red Light.

If he continued to drive at the current speed, he would have to brake sharply, which might scare Evelyn awake.

He slowed down to a normal speed.

However, to his shock, the car behind them seemed to pick up its speed and was headed towards them.

Sheffield figured that this was going completely out of control. He stepped on the gas quickly and made a swift right turn at the next crossroad.

The car that was tailing them hadn't expected that move, and nearly hit the green belt on the roadside.

Swiftly, the black car turned right, aiming to catch up to Sheffield once again.

Sheffield parked the car on the side of the road and turned off the lights. He watched the black car zoom past them. Once the other car was ditched, he immediately started the car and turned around to drive back the way they had come.

The pursuers in the black car realized that they had been tricked, and turned around quickly to keep up with him.

“Evelyn! Evelyn!" Sheffield called urgently.

With her eyes half open, she asked, "What's up?"

“Call Tayson."

His unusual tone alerted Evelyn. She sat up straight and looked around them.

"What's wrong?" She fumbled for the phone in her bag.

Before Sheffield could explain, Evelyn's phone rang. It was Tayson.

She slid the answer key.

"Tayson?"

“Miss Evelyn, we have a situation in our hands." He was right behind the two cars and he had already noticed the game of tag going on between Sheffield and his pursuers.