“He’s to call me back in five minutes with an address. You’ll leave the car there, then walk away.”
“This is someone you trust?” Quinn asked.
“Yes.”
“You’re not setting me up, are you?”
“No. Of course not.”
Quinn paused. “Five minutes?”
“Yes. I’ll call you back as—”
Whatever Peter was going to say was drowned out by the crunch of a car ramming into the sedan’s rear bumper.
“Shit!” Nate said.
Quinn kept his foot on the gas. In the rearview mirror he could see the other car. It was a Ford Explorer SUV. One of its headlights had been damaged by the impact and had gone out. But that didn’t seem to discourage whoever it was behind the wheel. He was coming at them again.
Quinn pushed the pedal all the way to the floor, but it wasn’t enough. The SUV slammed into them again.
He glanced at the rearview mirror again, expecting to see the grille of the Ford preparing for a third hit, but the truck had dropped a car length back, and seemed content for the moment to just follow.
“Nate,” Quinn said. “Get a visual.”
There was a pause, then Nate said, “The front window’s tinted. I can’t see inside.”
“How long has he been behind us?” Orlando asked.
Quinn shook his head. “Not long. I checked less than a minute ago, and he wasn’t there.”
As always, Quinn had been keeping watch on the road both in front and behind. Twenty seconds before the initial hit, Quinn was positive the SUV had not been following them.
Orlando’s phone began to ring. It must have gotten disconnected sometime during one of the collisions.
“It’s Peter,” Orlando said, looking at the display on the mobile.
“Tell him we’ll have to call him back.”
Quinn looked back into the mirror as she talked to Peter. The SUV was approaching again. Quinn switched his gaze to the road ahead. The end of the block was coming up quick.
“Hold on,” he said.
He waited until the last second, then whipped the wheel to the right, taking the turn at near full speed. The Ford grazed the corner of his bumper as it shot by, causing Quinn’s car to weave to the left.
The sedan’s tires screeched as they tried to grip the surface of the road, then the car rocked in protest as Quinn straightened the wheel before it settled down.
Quinn looked in the mirror again. The truck had missed the turn and was no longer behind them. He flicked his gaze back and forth from the road to the mirror, expecting the truck to reappear. But it never did.
A half block ahead, several taxis were parked near the entrance to a small hotel. Quinn slammed on the brakes, bringing the sedan to a stop.
“Out! Both of you,” he said. “Grab a cab and follow me. If that guy comes back, see if you can get a visual. Coordinate with Peter. He should be able to get us some backup.”
Nate was out the door before Quinn finished speaking. Orlando hesitated only a moment longer.
“Be careful,” she said.
“Go, go,” he said.
He waited until they were climbing into the cab at the front of the line, then pressed down on the accelerator again.
If Quinn had been the follower, he would have gone up another block and circled around so that he might be able to catch up to his prey at the next intersection. As he neared the end of the street, he slowed and looked left, hoping to get an early glimpse of the truck if it was there.
It being night in New York City, he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. There had to be dozens of cars within a one-block radius. The majority were cabs, but there were still plenty of private vehicles, including a fair share of SUVs. None, though, were missing a front headlight.
He turned right onto Park Avenue, heading south toward Grand Central Terminal. A few seconds later, he saw Orlando and Nate’s cab pull onto the road behind him.
Still no sign of the one-eyed SUV.
Quinn reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He placed his thumb on the touch screen, deactivating the security lock. Glancing back and forth between road and phone, he found Orlando’s number in his quick call list and touched it. As the line began to ring, he engaged the speakerphone, then set his mobile on the passenger seat, securing the end in the crevice between the back and the bottom cushions.
“As far as I can tell, the tail’s gone,” Orlando said.
“Slow down a little,” Quinn said. “See if he’s hanging farther back.”
“Okay.”
