As I looked at my cell phone's screen, this time it was Johnson. "Where are you?" it read. I heaved a sigh of relief and dialed Johnson's number.

"Hello, bro, I am being followed by an SUV," I said to him, checking around and behind if the vehicle was still behind.

"What do you mean you're being followed?" he said over the phone, firm but inculpating. "Actually, where are you now?"

"Don't worry bro, I lost them, I'm okay now," I replied, trying to start my car which wasn't starting.

"Dude, just tell me where you are," Johnson told me, his voice laced with concern. "It is not safe out...