I turned back onto the main highway, hoping we might be able to get home now without being followed. Unfortunately, one of the pursuing cars turned onto the highway from a different road and resumed the chase. Soon, the other car was right behind them, and then a third car joined in.

“Where’s Burt Reynolds when you need him?” I asked as I tried to think of something else to do. My repertoire of driving tricks was rather limited, especially in the old truck that could barely hit fifty and cornered like the Titanic .

“Rocky and Rollo would really come in handy right now,” he said, referring to the two crazy gargoyles who sometimes worked as drivers for MSI. They had a tag-team method of driving that could be alarming, especially in Manhattan traffic. “Brake!” he shouted. I laughed, remembering the crazy drive we’d once taken with them and the way they called signals out to each other. “No, I mean it, brake!” he said.

I slammed on the brakes without even looking at what he was talking about, then after we’d come to a stop I saw an enormous old Cadillac whip onto the road. It looked like a ghost vehicle with no one behind the wheel, until I noticed a pair of eyes peering through the steering wheel and a bubble of bluish-white hair sticking up from behind the wheel. “Oh great, we had to run into Mrs. Gray’s weekly grocery trip. They usually send out bulletins to clear the road while she’s on it. She doesn’t acknowledge the possibility of any other cars being on the road.” In spite of the speed at which she pulled out in front of us, she proceeded to drive at about twenty miles an hour, turn signal still blinking furiously. That meant our pursuers were right on us.

My necklace went nuts. If I hadn’t had the steering wheel in a death grip, I’d have pulled it off. I wasn’t sure what they were throwing at us, but I was glad it didn’t work on me. “Are you okay?” I asked Owen, who looked awfully pale.

“I’m fine. It’s easy enough to deflect. It seems like they’re trying to make me get out of the truck and go to them.”

“Too bad I can’t control all the door locks from here so I can keep you in the truck.”

“If I wanted to leave the truck, I’m not sure you’d be able to stop me. But don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

I whipped a right turn down another side street, made a couple of blocks back the way we’d come, then turned back onto the highway in the opposite direction of the way we’d been going, behind the car that had been following us. I gave a friendly wave to Jason, the local police officer, who passed us going the other direction.

A second or two later, I heard a short burst of siren and looked back to see Jason pulling over the last car from the line of pursuers. “They made a U-turn right in front of a police officer,” Owen said with a grin. “Not very bright.”

While Jason had the one car pulled over, the other two cars made legal moves to get back behind us before I had a chance to turn off again. This town didn’t have nearly enough side streets, and they were spread too far apart.

“Another bright idea might really come in handy about now,” I said through gritted teeth as I tried to evade the rest of the apprentice wizards while sticking to the speed limit in a residential area where kids and dogs were likely to dart out into the street without warning. There was so little traffic on the side streets in our town that you could usually get through a whole game of stickball without interruption, as long as you weren’t playing during what passed for rush hour.

Owen got out his cell phone. “Sam? We could use some assistance. Are you up for scaring some wannabe wizards? Okay, great, and hurry.” He put the phone back into his pocket. “Sam will be here in a moment.”

Something occurred to me. “Where does Sam carry a cell phone?”

“He doesn’t. This isn’t your typical cell phone. It’s also a direct magical communication device.”

“Nifty.”

I was about to ask another question, but something dark swooped down out of the sky, zoomed over us, and then I heard brakes squealing behind us. I looked in the rearview mirror to see the car behind us turning around—in yet another illegal U-turn that, unfortunately, Jason wasn’t there to catch—and driving away rapidly with Sam in pursuit. “Gee, you’d think they’d never seen a gargoyle before,” I joked. “Now we just have one more, and we need to get rid of him before we can go home. We don’t want them finding our secret hideout.”

The final pursuer drove a little more cautiously. My necklace kept humming, telling me that they were still trying to use magic on us. “Do you think they can damage the truck?” I asked. “Was there enough in what you saw of the correspondence course for them to blow out a tire or something like that?”

“Don’t worry, I’m shielding the truck.” He sounded strained, and I glanced over to see that he was even paler and had beads of sweat on his forehead and upper lip. I didn’t think that was because of my driving.

“Do you have the energy for that?”

“Do we have much choice?”

“You could draw on me again.”

“Not while you’re driving.”

“Oh. Right. Give me a second. I may have an idea.”

I turned back onto the main highway, in the opposite direction from home. We passed the car Jason had pulled over, where he had all the car’s occupants spread-eagled against his police cruiser. As we went by the motel on our way out of the other side of town, I held my breath, hoping no more of the junior wizards noticed and joined in the chase, but nobody seemed to be hanging around the motel.

Now was the time to pray for a stroke of good fortune. If I was in a hurry, I never failed to run into a funeral procession or a slow-moving hay hauler on the two-lane road and either have to pull over for the procession or get stuck driving fifteen miles an hour with hay blowing into my face until I reached a safe passing zone. Now, for a change, I wanted to run into one of those things.

“Oh, glory hallelujah,” I breathed as we passed the small church on the outskirts of town. A funeral procession had formed, and the motorcycle officer escorting them was about to pull onto the highway to stop traffic. He waved me through with a grin, probably recognizing the truck as belonging to Dean. Then he pulled out onto the road and stopped our pursuer while the hearse, a limousine, and a whole line of cars made their slow, stately way onto the highway and to the cemetery a few miles away. “That should hold them a good ten minutes,” I said. It was enough time for me to circle back around the town on farm-to-market roads and get home safely.

cklace went nuts. If I hadn’t had the steering wheel in a death grip, I’d have pulled it off. I wasn’t sure what they were throwing at us, but I was glad it didn’t work on me. “Are you okay?” I asked Owen, who looked awfully pale.

“I’m fine. It’s easy enough to deflect. It seems like they’re trying to make me get out of the truck and go to them.”

“Too bad I can’t control all the door locks from here so I can keep you in the truck.”

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