Chauffeur_(1)

After six years in the Army with three tours of combat, I got out. I had close to a quarter million saved but what got me going was a former commander. Besides two bronze stars and a silver star, I had two purple hearts, the second was why I left the military. Colonel Harris got me into a special defensive driving course and helped me get a Chauffeur’s license.

I had been driving for young miss Penelope, a six year old girl from a rich family. I also drove for her mother Megan who was a stunning woman. They lived on a huge estate with their grandfather. I had a small apartment above the garage and kept mostly to myself. Every evening I practiced my Ti Chi in the garage and used the estate underground shooting range.

I pulled out of the estate with both Megan and Penelope in back. I half ignored them as I drove and watched everything around me. I glanced into the mirror as an older model car pulled out and began following. I made a couple of turns and it stayed with me all the way to Penelope’s school. I let her out and watched as she walked inside before getting back in, “someone is following us.”

Megan looked up from the papers she was reading, “what?”

I glanced back as I pulled out into traffic and the car pulled out to follow us, “someone is following us.”

She turned to glance back through the tinted glass, “who?”

I smiled, “I do not know. I made a few extra turns and they stayed with us.”

She looked at me, “what are you going to do?”

I glanced back at her, “let them know I know.”

I pulled to a stop and got out before walking back towards the other car. It spun tires as it backed up and turned before speeding away. I got back in and drove Megan to her office and even walked her up to her floor. I returned home and called the police to run a check on the license plate of the car that had followed us. I went to find Mr. Dickerson and knocked on his study door and he looked up, “yes?”

I stepped in, “I was followed today.”

He frowned, “are you sure?”

I nodded, “I ran a check of the plate and it was stolen.”

He sat back, “file a report with the police and start carrying that pistol you are always practicing with.”

I smiled and nodded before leaving. The police did not act very concerned when I filed the report. I put my pistol in a holster at the small of my back along with two spare magazines. When I escorted Penelope out of school and pulled out another car followed me. I took a different way home and called to report the car to the police. When a police cruiser pulled in behind it, it fled through a red light with the police following.

It was a couple of days before I noticed the cars following me again. There were three of them and they kept switching out with each other. For a week straight they followed as I used random routes to and from the estate. They did not follow when I took Megan to her office or brought her home, it was only when I had her daughter that they followed me.

It was at the end of the week when I noticed the car crowding closer than normal. I touched my blue tooth to call the police only to find I did not have a signal. I knew right then that they were going to try something. I turned down a street I had never used before and the car sped up. I looked into the mirror as the car started passing me and saw two men wearing masks.

I started to slam on the brakes when the passenger fired into my front tire. I still hit the brakes but spun the wheel to turn away from the other car and into an estate driveway we were passing. We stopped before the large, solid looking gate and I stepped out.