Chapter Three: The Woman in the Pursuit Car

Su Wan drove with a violence she had never possessed—she used to make Lu Xiao park for her—but at kilometer three she blocked the inside lane with a flawless pendulum turn. Han Che's signature. The dead driver's memory screamed inside Lu Xiao. The weeping passenger from Han Che's last ride turned around. It was Shen Mo, twenty years younger, his hair long. Han Che had died carrying the young director away from this same road. “Shen Mo was trapped once too,” Han Che's voice said, clear for the first time. “Don't trust the finish. Find the unnumbered camera.” “Thirteen?” “The first twelve film the story. The thirteenth films what we think no one sees.”