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reality really that much better? He was a thief. Plain and simple. No amount of
rationalizing could get around that fact.
    There’s no way a sweet girl like that with a good head on
her shoulders and clear path to future success would ever accept his way of
life. And she was too smart to keep in the dark. She would find out eventually.
It was inevitable.
    He eventually tilted back in the other direction. Why worry
about the destination as long as the ride was worth it? And he truly believed
that it would be a hell of a ride. It went beyond the fact that she was the
most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid eyes on (and she most definitely was). It
also went beyond the fact that she was smart and easy to talk to. She had some
other indefinable quality about her.
    Something ethereal that attracted him toward her. Even now
he was amazed that he was still thinking about her. He’d never been this hung
up on a girl before, especially after one day. He didn’t know how he was
supposed to handle it, how to get her off his mind.
    That problem was eventually solved for him when he saw the
gates to the mansion open. Brody snapped to attention. A pair of cars exited,
neither of them of any interest to him. Then the nose of a third car poked out
of the gate.
    Just a glimpse of the signature front grill and round
headlights and Brody knew that this was the target. The car pulled out fully
and now there was no doubt about it. Brody ran back to his Impala, started the
engine, and began his pursuit.
    He tailed the BMW from a safe distance down the winding
canyon roads. From this distance he couldn’t tell how many people were in the
car. He doubted it could be more than two, unless this was the type of guy who
would cram his bodyguards into the narrow backseat of the two door coupe de
ville. The other cars had gone their separate ways, leaving only the target.
    So this guy, who had so much security for his home, was now
driving in an old car without an escort and a maximum of one bodyguard to back
him up (and quite possibly no one at all). There was something about it that
didn’t add up. Brody couldn’t dwell on that for the time being. They were
approaching a series of tight turns and the car could disappear from sight at
any moment.
    Brody deftly maneuvered the Impala through tight turns and blind
spots, always able to maintain a glimpse of the BMW just when it seemed like it
would disappear into the maze of streets. He didn’t think the target was being
purposely evasive, but he had to be careful.
    If he was spotted now the whole game could be up before it
had really begun. Brody didn’t want to think about how Sergei would react if
that was the case. Better to err on the side of caution for the time being.
    Where the hell was this guy going anyway?
    The BMW finally slowed down and pulled off the road. Brody
was too far away to see exactly where it had gone. He slowed down. The plan was
to do a slow drive by, hook around the block, and find a place to keep a lookout.
But the plan didn’t last long. It’s always important to be able to call an
audible when circumstances change.
    As Brody rolled slowly down the street he saw just how much
the circumstances had changed. The BMW had pulled into a car wash. A fucking
car wash. The car was on the conveyor track and the driver was heading inside.
    Come to think of it, the Impala was getting a little dusty
too. Brody pulled his car onto the track behind the BMW. He got his ticket from
an attendant and went inside. He headed straight for the register, where the
driver was just finishing his transaction. So far Brody hadn’t seemed to have
aroused any suspicion.
    The fee came to thirty dollars. Jesus Christ. Thirty bucks
for a five minute spray with a hose. This fucking town, man.
    The driver had gone outside to meet his prized automobile on
the other end. Brody lingered for a moment inside before following his quarry.
The BMW was just emerging from the tunnel. It glistened in the