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the car. He let go long enough to take a sharp right-hand turn, which caused the half-open passenger-side door to slam shut.
    “What’s going on?” Rachel asked.
    “Stay down,” he barked. Glancing at the rearview mirror, he could see the vehicle was keeping pace behind them. He could tell by the high yet narrow set to the headlights that it was a Jeep.
    He had to figure out a way to lose it and fast.
    “Why is he shooting at us?” Rachel gasped, her eyes wide with fear.
    He shook his head, unable to answer as he concentrated on losing the gunman. He took several more turns, dodging around various vehicles in his way. Thankfully, traffic was relatively light this far outside the city, or escaping the shooter would have been impossible.
    When there was a gap in traffic, he jerked the steering wheel to the left, taking the car up and over the curb, making an illegal U-turn. It wasn’t easy keeping his eyes on the road while watching the Jeep behind him. The other car didn’t make the turn right away, which was reassuring.
    He immediately took another right-hand turn, putting even more distance between them. When he found an on-ramp for the interstate, he took it and pushed the speed limit as hard as he dared until he found the next exit. On that road, he switched directions, heading left.
    Fifteen minutes later, he was convinced he’d lost the Jeep. “Are you all right?” he asked, as Rachel eased upright and reached for her seat belt. “He didn’t hit you, did he?”
    “I don’t think so,” she said, patting her arms and legs as if she wasn’t entirely sure. “Did you get the license plate number? Do you think that was Joey’s kidnapper?”
    “I didn’t get the plate number because I was blinded by his high-beam lights.” He tried to figure out what had just happened. The whole event was weird. “Don’t you think it’s odd that he took a shot at us, but didn’t keep firing? And that he didn’t target anything important?”
    “What do you mean nothing important? He almost hit us!” Rachel protested.
    “Not even close,” he argued mildly. “We were practically sitting ducks and he didn’t hit either of us, or any significant parts of the car, like the gas tank or wheels. It’s almost as if he wanted to scare us more than kill us.”
    “So it must have been Joey’s kidnapper!” Rachel’s tone had a note of excitement. “He didn’t want to kill us, because he still wants the money.”
    “Maybe,” he agreed, although the scenario didn’t quite feel right. This entire case wasn’t like anything he’d experienced before. He knew crooks, had investigated them for years and they always had a reason for what they did.
    Only this time, nothing made sense.
    He took the next exit off the freeway, slowing his speed to the posted limit.
    “We have to go back there,” Rachel said urgently, interrupting his train of thought. “To see if we can find Joey. We must have been close if they were so desperate to scare us away.”
    “Rachel, calm down for a minute and think this through. How did they find us outside of Margie Caruso’s house in the first place? I made sure no one followed us when we left Morales’s apartment building.”
    “I don’t know, maybe it was all just a big coincidence? Morales could be working for Margie Caruso, and maybe he just pulled up as we got there.”
    “I don’t think so.” Nick hated to burst her bubble, but she wasn’t thinking rationally. He pulled off onto the side of the road and turned in his seat to face her. “Even if he saw us there, how could he know we were the ones in the car?”
    “Maybe he recognized your car from the crash site?”
    “I came in from the south and you said he went north,” he reminded her gently. “Rachel, they have your cell phone number. They sent you a text, threatening to kill Joey if you called the police. Don’t you see? The only thing that makes sense is that they’ve tracked us through the GPS in your cell