Nothing. He tried again. His hands were slick with sweat now. The engine clicked once, then went silent. “Not now!” He pounded the steering wheel. Took a breath. Tried again. The engine finally turned over with a groan and a shudder, like the car itself was reluctant to get involved.
Andrew threw it into reverse, then drive, tires chirping as he pulled onto the street. He turned left at the intersection and scanned ahead. There—up ahead, three blocks down. The black SUV. He floored it.