I’ve Been Tracking This Girl For Weeks But Something Tells Me The Tables Have Turned

I would ease closer to her once we got out onto one of the long, dark highways she was going to have to take to get out of town. That is when my work would really begin.

By

Nicolas Henderson

Tarah seemed to catch her breath a little bit. I tried to look the least amount of intimidating that I could. It seemed to work. The driver’s side window slowly rolled down and I instantly was overcome with the scent of hot vomit.

I winced and pulled my head back a little bit before I spoke up.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Tarah looked up at me with glassy eyes and I started to become the one who felt alarmed. Physically, everything about her seemed fine. She was probably just a little shook up, but her overall state of being seemed off. She seemed like she was so drunk she could barely exist as a person, flecks of vomit were stuck to her deep red lipstick and her eyes looked as if they almost couldn’t open.

“I think I’m okay, but I tried to drive my car and it wouldn’t move,” Tarah explained.

“I think I heard that walking up,” I answered. “I think I know what the issue is. Want me to take a look?”

“Yeah, that would be great,” Tarah answered back.

The window started rolling back up before I even turned away.

The rain seemed to stop over the course of our conversation and I was glad, it would make working on the wheel well of Tarah’s car a lot easier. Based on the noises I heard screeching out from the left, front wheel, she just had a small break issue caused by the bump and slamming of the breaks, which I could fix with the tools in my truck in about five minutes and it would provide me the perfect opportunity to attach a tracking device in the perfect location so I could have her go on her way and then figure out where she lived the next day.