She spent the next fifteen minutes backtracking, and hoping that she"d covered her tracks. Better to lose the target for a day than to be completely made, is what her instructors would have said. There is always another day. Another day – maybe she could wear a disguise, maybe let Gorilla take over tomorrow or bring in a watcher from the local station, anything to pick up the target again.
Gorilla! Damn him, she could almost hear him now, telling her not to go back, it was too soon with too greater risk of being spotted. She knew he was right, but she had her mother"s stubbornness. Her father would quite often, rather politely, call her willful. "I told you so" is sometimes the one phrase we don"t want to hear, even if it"s true.
She turned onto a side street, one that would eventually t
