Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Two

“Keep the change,” Turner said to the lady at the drive-through as he collected his food.

“Thank you, have a nice day.”

He added as he put his truck in drive and sped away.

He was on the way home with the windows rolled down while some country music played on the radio.

He was bobbing his head to the beat when he saw a weird movement in his rearview mirror. He could see the same the black van that was behind him before he drove to the drive-through behind him, not allowing any other cars to come between them.

He slowed down at the traffic light and waved the van away when he saw that it was no longer behind him.

“Must be dead tired if I’m concocting theories in my head.” He said to himself as he let out a chuckle and ran a hand over his face.

When the light turned green, he floored it, eager to get home and have his dinner after a strenuous day at work.

He noticed then that the van had materialized out of nowhere again but he chalked it down to the van going in the same way as him.