As the hours wore on, she became curious again about Zaid’s knowledge. Even though the story he was spinning was wild and totally unreal, he certainly did have a lot of details. Not once did he sound anything less than totally confident. In fact, he acted as if she should have expected this to happen. She wanted answers. Either way, she wasn’t about to relinquish her pride; she still despised his entire being.
expectedQuietly, she said, “Tell me more about the tattoos.”
“Pretty sure it’s my turn,” he muttered back.
Swallowing her retort, she said, “Fine.”
“Earlier, you said I followed you. Where exactly did you see me?”
“Yesterday, on the bus coming home from work. And when you followed me in the parking lot.” She remembered the image of the dark-clothed figure and the way the light h
