“Listen, I’ll stay here. The rest of you, follow me.”

[FICTION]

“So you never saw the car following you?”

“What car?”

“The black car that followed you all the way out from the city.”

“I didn’t see any car. But then I wasn’t looking behind me.”

“Well, you were definitely followed by someone in a black car.”

“Why would anyone follow me?”

“I happen to know, for a fact, that the person who followed you intends to kill you.”

“But who? Who followed me?”

“I did.”