Sam doggedly followed Molly, forcing
himself to drop back and let another car overtake to keep the distance between
them. He’d known how stupid it was to drive too close. That last traffic light
had illustrated the dangers vividly. She knew what he looked now. It was
miraculous she hadn’t spotted him right behind her, the time it took the lights
to change, but she showed no signs of “making” him: no sharp turns; no sudden
accelerations.
His mind started to drift again but
he pulled it tight. It wouldn’t do to get distracted. He had to remain focused.
It irritated him that his control was lacking lately. The Lie had given way
repeatedly, leaving him in difficult situations. It was unnerving. It had never
failed him before.
The right indicator on Molly’s Porsche
started flashing. Sam scanned ahead for her likely destination: the entrance of
a gaudy American “shopping mall.” Even in daylight there were flashing lights
round the sign. His lip curled in disgust but he followed her in.
Sam kept a good distance away as she
parked up. There was no need to follow her inside. With several hundred
witnesses there was nothing he could do within the building and she had to
return to her car eventually. Better to sit and wait.
She got out and started walking
across the open tarmac toward the nearest entranceway, feminine muscles
rippling in her thighs as she walked in her heels.
On the other hand… it could be
important to keep a closer eye on her, to make sure she didn’t do anything
unexpected. Looking at her smooth legs imparted a sudden urgency to him and he
climbed out of the car and hurried after her.
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