CHAPTER NINETEEN
Steel weaved in and out of the crowds of tourists, trying to blend in, attempting to be invisible so he wouldn’t be seen by his quarry.
Steel did not rush in his pursuit. He was tall enough to see over most people's heads, but at the same time, he wasn’t so tall he stood out.
Steel kept Brad in his sights. Twenty-feet out. Far enough to not give off that sixth sense people have when they think they are being followed.
The trick is not to make himself noticeable. Suddenly turning around to look at a magazine rack makes someone look suspicious. If the person turns around, you just keep walking, even if it’s straight past them. Steel was mixed in with a group of tourists, the perfect cover, and in this city – there was plenty to make a person stop and look at the architec
