Abraham finally saw the vehicle he’d been waiting for slow down and stop at the curb. He looked both ways out of the space between the buildings he was squeezed into then bolted for the car. He jumped into the passenger’s side, slammed the door, and told his client to step on it.
“What took you so damn long?” he barked.
“Traffic and avoiding streets that were blocked off by police. They’re everywhere. You sure it wasn’t more than a fender bender?”
“No, it wasn’t. I imagine because I fled the scene of an accident, they’re trying to find me.”
“Anyone get a good look at you?”
“I don’t think so, but now I need a different car. I removed everything that could be used against me—phone, client folder, my notebook, and the like. There’s nothing left, plus it was an out-of-state rental anyway.”
“Under an assumed name, you said?”
“Of course.”
“Then we’re in good shape, and I have an extra car you can use during your stay.”
“Damn Brandon Ellis. That son of a bitch and his piece of shit pouring out smoke fumes blinded me. He hit his brakes before I had a chance to react. There was nothing I could do but jump out and run.”
“You did the right thing, but now I don’t know how you’ll tail Brandon. His car is trashed, right?”
“Most likely. I’ll kill his ass right at his house. It’s what he deserves, but before he dies, I want to hear him beg for his life.”
The driver laughed. “Whatever goes down and however you do the deed is entirely up to you. I don’t even care if you speed up the process. Knock yourself out.”
Abraham huffed. “It’s going to be him that gets knocked out.”
“Sounds good to me. Meanwhile, let’s go get that other car for you. You can do the deed tonight as long as he’s frazzled anyway and has no wheels.”
The men headed for the east side of Savannah, where the driver pulled to the curb, took a set of keys off his key ring, and handed them to Abraham.
Abraham looked out the window before leaving the car. He grinned. “Okay, I get it now.”
“The garage code is four, nine, one, five, and make sure you lower the overhead before you drive away.”
“Got it, and thanks. I’ll take care of Brandon later. You still want me to wait another week before going after Cannon?”
The driver shrugged. “If you have an opportunity that you can’t pass up, then take it. Doesn’t matter as long as it’s done by the middle of the month.”
“No sweat.” Abraham climbed out of the car and walked up the driveway then pressed the numbers into the keypad. The garage door lifted, and inside was a green Chevy Tahoe. “That’ll work just fine.”
He climbed in, drove to the scene of the accident, and parked on a side street but still within view of Brandon as his car was being hooked to a tow truck. The sedan was already gone, and Abraham assumed the police had taken it to the crime lab’s evidence garage.
Good thing I got everything out that could give away what I’m up to. Now, all I have to do is see what Brandon does.
“Ah, here we go.”
Abraham watched as Brandon climbed into the passenger side of the tow truck. He shifted into gear and followed them as they drove away.
Minutes later, Brandon was dropped off at his dump of a house.
Abraham grinned. “That just made my job a lot easier.”