Now, on with the show!
Title: Soothsayer Chapter Eleven, Part One.
“My heart is ever at your service.” – William Shakespeare
I was getting paint on Andre’s seats. He would probably be pissed about that whenever I got this car back to him, but at least it wasn’t bullet holes. Chock that up in the ‘win’ column, I guess. Ha, this was my life, where not being actively shot at with a deadly weapon was the best thing that had happened all day to me. I should’ve probably ditched the car, honestly, gotten a new one just in case they had some way of tracking this one, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it. I settled on switching out the license plate at a gas station instead and just kept going.