Archer: Follower.

I was upset, I admit. Being scolded by Jacob as if I'm a five year old was a tad bit humiliating. Obviously he was right, but it still bugged me.

"And, you better have a permit for that pistol. That could land you in jail as well," he said.

I glanced over at him for a moment, and then back at the road. I had nothing to say. 

"Hey, but you gotta admit, I was right about the affair!"

"Don't rub it in. You got lucky. And that's all," Jacob said in a grumpy tone.

"It's alright Jake, you can't be right all the time."

"No jokes. I'm serious about you having a permit for that gun by the way."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have a stupid permit," I lied.

"Stop lying to me Archer."

I glanced at my rear view mirror and spotted a nice looking corvette. It had a new coat of paint, and it looked absolutely fabulous. I couldn't help but feel a little bit of envy for whoever was in that car.

"Archer. Are you listening to me?"

"Nope," I said as I turned left onto the exit. I looked for the corvette again, and saw that he took the same exit. I couldn't help but smile. At least I could stare at it's beauty for a little while longer.

"Archer," Jacob said, anger lingering on his tongue. He grabbed onto my shoulder, which pulled me out of my little fantasy world and back into reality.

"Sorry. I was...distracted."

"I can see that. But we need to focus. We need to stay on the top of our game if we're planning on staying on the police's good side."

"Agreed." I couldn't keep my eyes off that corvette, however. Everytime I saw it take the same turn as me I could feel a little bit of relief.

"What are you staring at?!" Jacob yelled, very angry.

"Nothing. Keep talking." 

"Wait. You took the wrong exit Archer, get back on Interstate."

"Alright, alright. Sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it."

I did a U-turn and made my way back to Interstate. I said goodbye to the corvette silently, and then began to focus on the road.

"So who is your first guess?" I asked, finally making eye contact with Jacob.

"I don't do guess work."

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the corvette. It was still following us! It was then that I realized, we had a follower. "Jake."

"What?"

"I think we have a follower."

"That's ridiculous. Archer, you need to wake up and smell the coffee. This is real life. Private investigators don't get followers."

"That corvette followed me off the exit, and back onto Interstate. I'm pretty darn sure that its a follower."

Jacob turned his body so he could see out the back window. "Take the next exit."

I did. I stopped at the stop sign and waited for a moment.

"Pull into the gas station."

I drove up a small ramp and pulled up next to a tank. We both stepped out of the car and looked for the corvette. Nothing.

"Told you. You were wrong," Jacob said in an annoyed tone. He started to get back into the car, but I grabbed him before he could. "Wait for a second, he'll show up."

I was right. Just then the corvette came into sight. It pulled up next to the tank across from us. We both stared at the vehicle, watching to see who got out.

The door suddenly flew open. I fought the urge to reach for my gun, knowing it would only make Jacob very upset.

A man stepped out of the car. He was wearing the sort of clothes you would wear if you were going to go for a jog. Sweats, and running shoes.

I smirked at Jacob briefly, as if to say, "Told you so!"

And he gave me a shrug in return, as if to say, "Beginner's luck."

We both started towards him, and he immediately made eye contact with us.

Jacob frowned. "Hello sir, can we speak with you for a moment?"

The End

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