Chapter 4 Chapter Four

The fog was thick and the sun had begun to break through with its force, and Northford parked his wife's car in front of the house and stole a glimpse of Kebetha in a parked car in the next street.He got out of the car, buttoned his coat, adjusted the brim of his hat, and greeted Baisha secretly. Ke Baisha looked out from the windshield of her company car, sniffed, and said to herself: layman, thinks it is funny, what good is it doing? Bei Fude looked at his watch, looked at the direction of the house, reached into the car through the open window, pressed the horn twice with the palm of his hand, and walked briskly down the street.

Ke Baisha sat on her car seat very patiently, lit a cigarette and smoked slowly, her shrewd little eyes looked ahead, never missing anything. Quiet residential area with little traffic.There are many cars on the main road of Beifude waiting for the bus to enter the urban area, which did not cause the noise of passing cars one after another, but there were continuous roaring passing by. A bus pulled over, stopped, Bei Fude got on, and the bus took him away.The dense fog drifting to the shore has not yet completely dissipated, the clouds have thinned, patches of blue sky can be seen, and the sun has shone on some ground.

Bai Sha finished a cigarette.The time on the watch is ten past eleven. Another ten minutes, only two or three cars passed the residential area.No one took an interest in the North house, and no one looked at Baisha; at eleven twenty-two the front door of the North house opened. Kebetha turned the key and started the car, and without taking her eyes off her prey, a woman walked towards the car with quick, small steps, and it was obvious at a glance that she was going with purpose and in a state of urgency.In her splendid plaid coat, Kebetha could see a very full figure.She wore a tightly fitted light blue hat, and Baisha saw her pretty red lips, youthful and glowing face and the sunglasses on her face.In her arms was a half-grown cat, its tail flicking back and forth.

Betha is an old hand at tracking. The other car started at a normal speed, and was very careful when passing the intersection, and stopped when passing the main road, and then looked ahead clearly.However, to Baisha's surprise, she did not go in the direction of the city.On the contrary, the car in front turned left and right, came to Kelunqiao and reversed to the direction of Yinghewu.The cat climbed onto the back of the front seat, Ke Baisha didn't have to follow too closely, she could see clearly which car was her target from a long distance. The number of vehicles is gradually decreasing, and the tracking work is getting easier and easier, but the chances of exposure are also increasing.If the car in front ever suspected that she was being followed and made a move to shake off her tail, Baisha would definitely shorten the distance between the cars to avoid decoupling, but today's situation is different. Baisha kept a safe distance and sat and drove comfortably , so for a moment she forgot about the practice that private detectives set out to follow the car.

A street away, a traffic signal at a major intersection turns red.Baisha slowed down, and wanted to walk along the street at a lower speed, but when the signal signal changed, Baisha suddenly released the clutch with her left foot, and stepped on the accelerator with her right foot. Mrs. Bei's car in front didn't speed up, but just ignored the red light and bravely passed the intersection.Ignoring his car's horn accusations and continuing on her way. Baisha, rushing to the intersection, there are cars from both sides running fast, and it is absolutely impossible to pass. Ke Baisha took a quick look around, at least she couldn't see any traffic police nearby.She put the car into the second gear, waiting for an opportunity. After a round of close traffic passed by, a gap appeared on the main road. On the main road, the ears on both sides heard emergency braking on both sides, loud horns and unpleasant shouts, like the roof of a stall being hit by hail.

The target car was now a full hundred and fifty yards away, but was still moving at a steady speed.Baisha put the car into high gear, pressed the accelerator to the bottom with her fat legs, and shortened the distance to a hundred yards all at once.The target car in front of her was turning left, and the driver was driving very slowly and carefully, with his left hand stretched out of the car, making a very standard gesture. Betha dashed to the street she was turning, turned left, and looked down on an empty street, wasting time by braking. The car she was following couldn't have gone another street and disappeared on the straight street in such a short time.But there was no other explanation why there were no cars on the street.Then the driver must have accelerated after turning the corner?

Baisha was facing a test. The car in front was at the first street intersection. It wasn't a left turn, it must have been a right turn.Going to the left is naturally going back; then the driver knew that someone was following him and was shaking his tail, which was inconsistent with the logic that she had been driving at a steady speed since the beginning.The logical thing, of course, is to turn right at the next street. After Baisha came to a conclusion, she moved quickly. She quickly rushed the car forward, and brought the car to the left side of the street.This allows for a larger arc when turning right.

When turning right, she felt the centrifugal force of her body continue to move forward and the car swayed. Halfway through the turn, Baisha didn't forget to look over her shoulder, and suddenly she braked hard and turned her steering wheel. The car she was following was not directly in front of her after she turned right. On the contrary, what she reasoned just now, the fact that the car in front had already found a car following her was correct. Baisha's car was still too fast, and it was completely impossible to turn left without stopping the car completely.She braked the car, backed up a little to the direction she had come from, and immediately turned the car to the left.

At the next intersection, Baisha encountered the same problem as the previous intersection.Baisha felt that the vehicle in front must have turned left again, so that she could turn onto the main road that was moving forward. Baisha cursed in her heart. Although it is an old technique, it is always a good technique. When you find someone is following you, when he is not, move slowly at a steady speed, obey the traffic rules, and even pay attention to gesture instructions, so that the other party is negligent, stuck in traffic or In the traffic signal, I said goodbye to him. Back on the main road, Baisha was like a policeman driving a patrol car back to dinner after get off work. Seeing something super, she felt so useless that she got off the hook like a big fish in her hand.

The target car is lost. Just to be careful, on the way back, Bai Sha came to the place where she lost the car for the first time. This is North Hackington Avenue, the section from No. 700 to No. 800. There are single bungalows on both sides. People who live here have a wide private driveway that leads directly to the garage. Baisha carefully checked one by one private driveway, there were no cars on it, and the garage doors were all closed. Baisha lit a cigarette, accepted the fact of failure, turned the car out, and headed back to the downtown area of ​​Los Angeles.