Sam burst out into the daylight of
the car park and instantly knew that he’d lost her. Her Porsche was no longer there.
The space was empty. After a few moments a long hatchback pulled up in front of
the slot and backed into it.
He sagged, tired. Everything was
going wrong. He couldn’t even tail a woman.
Feeling as though he had just
finished a long workout, Sam trudged back to his own car and got in, his mind
dull. He knew he had to consider options now but it was hard to motivate
himself.
He’d lost Molly. That didn’t matter;
he knew her address; he could always find her there. It was a higher risk and
he had hoped to catch her alone somewhere else but that was the only option
now.
He was tired. He had gone to bed the
night before but had only dozed. Without more rest he wasn’t at his best.
Perhaps it was better to try to catch up on that first: head back to his motel and
sleep for a few hours. That was the best course of action. It didn’t stop him
feeling guilty though.
Sam started the car and pulled out of
his parking slot.
He didn’t notice the little Porsche parked
in the row behind his and he didn’t notice it pull out and start to follow him.
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