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The sedan turns right.

I turn left.

It turns left.

I check my mirror.

Still there.

My mouth twitches.

No fucking way.

I pull into a parking lot.

The sedan slowly drives past.

I don't recognize the car. But I recognize the woman behind the wheel. Even with the oversized sunglasses.

Jesus Christ. Chaos borrowed someone's car.

That's actually smart.

I get out of my truck and start walking, wondering if she’ll come back.

Thirty seconds later, the sedan reappears across the street.

Callie gets out.

As I pass a store, I look in the glass window. I catch her reflection.

She’s wearing a dark wig. A baseball cap. Sunglasses big enough to cover half her face. A hoodie and jeans.

She looks like she's either following me or fleeing the country.

I keep walking, hiding my smile.

I should end this. Turn around, walk over, and tell her I know she's following me. Warn her that if I were anyone else in my profession, doing this shit could get her hurt.

Instead, I keep walking. Because apparently I've lost my fucking mind.

I want to see how long she keeps it up.

The answer is apparently forever.

Every reflective surface gives her away. Store windows. Car windows. Glass doors.

Every time I turn, she suddenly becomes fascinated with whatever happens to be closest.

A bakery. A street sign. A fucking trash can.

I toy with her a bit.

Once I turn the corner, I hurry ahead.

I spot a store ahead. A huge glass window shows a tall, potted plant. I hurry inside and hide behind the plant, watching her.

She hurries around the corner and stops. Her head turns left, then right. Her shoulders fall.