The Well-Armed Woman

It’s a Wednesday night. You’ve had a long day at work and get in your car, relieved to finally head home. On the drive home you’re thinking about what you’ll cook for dinner, unwinding with some tunes on the radio, and entering into the trance of driving that we’re all too familiar with. You stop at a light and glance in the rear view mirror and notice a man in an old, beat up truck.

You don’t think much of it and you turn left. You go through several more lights, make a few more turns and stop at another light. You notice that the same truck is still behind you. This time you...