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As Brian approached the front of the building, he could hear the man pacing the car park. His shoes were loud, clicking on the pavement. Brian watched, waiting for the right moment to sneak out and get behind his own car.
The man stopped pacing. He looked back over at Yuki’s apartment, then turned and started walking away. Brian crouched low and slid behind his car. He looked through the passenger wing mirror as the man exited the car park. He ambled away, as though he had no particular place to go.
Does he know I saw him?
The man didn’t turn around. Brian stood, then followed. He kept his eyes on the man, walking at a relaxed and measured pace. The knife lay in Brian’s back trouser pocket, blade up, so he’d have to be careful if he needed to grab it. When he made it halfway across
