On Thursday evening while I walked home, head lowered, body braced against the wind, something happened. One step, I was planning to bake some cookies to please Frizz, the next, the hairs on my neck stood at attention and goosebumps broke out over my body.
Night had fallen, but you wouldn"t know that for all the lights illuminating the streets and surrounding shops. I raised my head, searched the people ahead, checked the reflection of those behind me on the windows of passing cars and shops. There was nothing I could pinpoint, no reason I could find for the alarm.
A nervous ball rolled inside my stomach, a feeling of prey being stalked, and my gut had never led me askew.
There were eyes on me. Predatory, hunting eyes. It wasn"t rush hour, but there were enough cars on the street, enoug
