After obtaining a new rental, I purchase camo shorts, a green tank top, baseball cap, water bottle, and field glasses. Of course, I have all this back at my apartment. Being followed by Moon or his thugs is not part of the plan. The tables have turned.
I know the area around Moon's home. I end up parked two streets over and hike until I find a place to sit and watch. The sun beats down on me and I do my best to conserve the water. I don't know if Moon is home. If he is, I'm following him. If not, I'll stay in a hotel and come back tomorrow.
The sun finally begins setting and a spectacular array of light washes across the horizon. Arizona sunsets are to die for. I smile at the thought. Following Moon could get me killed. It's the whole sick cop humor thing. I'll appreciate this sunset lik
