How many times in his professional
life as an insurance investigator had he tailed someone? A hundred? A thousand?
He knew every trick and strategy to avoid notice, every rule of caution.
Then why was he ignoring so many of
them now?
The shopping centre was full of
average retail fools, tipping money needlessly out of their pockets to buy
bright coloured things for no other reason than that they caught their eye. Men
and women of every shape criss-crossed his path. There was a greater proportion
of fat people than there would have been in England. Even so he had an almost
continuous view of Molly as she made her way through the spacious corridors
without stopping to look at any particular shop-fronts, torso erect and steady,
arms swaying gently; legs placed one in front of the other in a ripple of soft
athletic muscle, hair swaying back and forth, left and right.
This was wrong. He was letting
himself find her attractive; staring at her, trying to memorise every detail.
How far was he away from her? Less than ten feet? It was ridiculous. He was
risking everything.
Get a grip.
He dropped back, letting the number
of shoppers between them multiply. He could still see her. That was fine. She
couldn’t get away. All he had to do was not lose sight of her. This wasn’t a
direct engagement. It was only surveillance.
Molly entered a department store. Sam
held back for a few moments then went in after her.
Another possible scenario came into
his mind of what might happen when he finally made contact.
A dirty little motel outside the city; following her to her room; knocking
on the door; her calling out that it’s open. Stepping inside to find her lying
on the bed waiting for him, dressed in her underwear; beckoning him.
Pinning her down; not asking any questions this time; tearing off her bra
and panties; pressing his face against her neck; breathing in, groping her
breasts, touching her stomach, squeezing the soft flesh then moving down
toward—
He stopped dead.
There was no sign of Molly.
He was at a junction in the
department store. To his right and behind him was make-up, ahead jewellery, to
the left the start of the clothing department. He couldn’t see her at all.
There were women everywhere, too many people to get any kind of clear view but
scanning the heads gave him nothing. She was nowhere in his field of view.
Stupid.
Stupid sex crazed idiot.
He started to jog.
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