Because my senses say Juliet Lovelace is too dangerous to be left unsupervised.
And I want to be the one doing the supervising.
This time we hit the highway.
She drives responsibly.
Easy to tail.
We get off two towns over.
The mall exit.
Are we fucking shopping again?
Is this what murderers do on the weekend?
Lunch with two suspect men. Then shopping for apples and cheese. Now the mall.
I need to pull Callum’s file.
Don’t think Orion has one. Just some notes in the Walters case.
Can’t place them. Wasn’t my case.
Grocery store guy?
I’ll run him later.
She pulls into the mall.
Parks near the second level department store entrance.
I park.
Kill the engine.
Sit there like an idiot, staring at the doors.
Tell myself this is surveillance.
Professional.
Necessary.
I’m gathering intel on a person of interest.
Not stalking some blonde in a pink skirt who probably murders people for fun.
I’m in plain clothes. Stake out attire.
Jeans. Dark shirt.
Nothing that screams cop.
I brush my fingers through my hair.
Straighten my collar.
