I’m Being Followed
Angela walked out of the shop and headed south on Market Street. She only had an hour before Rosa would be home, so she had to get moving. Besides, it was a snowy day in hell when she went downtown anyway.
As she walked down the street, she noticed a guy who looked to be in his thirties staring at her from the corner of 6th and Market. When she looked his way, he shifted his gaze to something he was holding in his hand—a picture maybe.
Angela kept walking down the street, but continually glanced over her shoulder as surreptitiously as she possibly could. As far as she could tell, the guy was following her but trying his best not to make it seem that way. He stopped to look in a*****e window midway between 5th and 6th, where he lit a smoke before casually walking along
