I'm being followed...

I first noticed him at baggage claim. Maybe he was on my flight…I don’t know.

I saw him again in the parking garage and he followed me out of the airport. I floored the rental car and took off. I was driving with a death-wish, changing lanes, speeding up and slowing down, faking exits and hiding behind trucks. I doubled back on my route…

…and he was gone.

I’ve got to get some sleep.