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“What makes you think somebody’s following me?” I asked.
“After I left you, I went around the corner to get the newspaper so I could look at the job ads. There’s this big dude sitting there in a Town Car, doing nothing with the car running. I ran into a friend and we got to talking, and I didn’t think no more about it. But then when I came out, he was still there with the A/C running.”
“Maybe he was waiting for a friend,” I said. Or his unicorn. I wandered out the front door, letting my eyes roam the parking lot as we spoke.
“I don’t think so,” Cissy said. “When you drove by a little later, he wasn’t more than a couple of cars behind. Still alone. By the way, where’d you get those stupid sunglasses?”
Sure enough, there was the Town Car in the corner of the lot farthest from my rent
