[Thad’s POV]
I pull my jacket closer around me and begin to move, making my way deeper into the city instead of heading home. Together with my stalker, we move, weaving in and out of people and occasionally stopping at the shops to window shop; after all, how could I make things easy on him?
I had to admit that it has been a while since I’ve had someone follow me like this, and I wanted to be sure to make the most of it. Only when I’m sure that the poor guy is growing frustrated do I turn and begin to make my way between two large buildings.
Pushing my hand in my pocket, I clutch my pocket knife as I turn another corner, leading the way to a deadend where I could strike and figure out who the f**k this guy was working for.
When we reach, I whirl around in time to catch the bastard pull
