Miss N
“My dear,” Miss Nightingale said to Lola, peering through the rearview mirror, “don’t you think that army vehicle is too close to our tail?”
Lola checked. “That’s no army vehicle, it’s a customized Hummer, very expensive and murder on gas.”
“Hmmm,” Miss N said, pressing her foot to the metal. The little Fiat gave a hiccuping jolt, then surged forward, making Lola gasp.
“Oh my God,” she said, with a quick check of the sheer drop to the right. “Oh my God, slow down, Miss N. When we get to a turnabout just let him pass if he’s in such a hurry.”
“Question is, why is he in such a hurry?” Miss N negotiated an S-bend with nonchalant flair, though in truth she was starting to get a little worried. The Hummer was still tailgating, forcing her to go even faster, and now she was afraid to slow down for fear it would hit them. There had been another car behind the Hummer earlier, but it was no longer there. There were no other cars on the road. They were, so to speak, on their own.