Someone's been following her, at a fairly close range, ever since she turned toward the house from town. She introduced herself with the wrong last name to the people there a few times, and Raguel had to stop himself from jumping in from the shadows to correct her. He did hear that she was new to the area, that she'd just moved here from someplace he'd never heard of, that she was looking forward to starting her consulting business. None of it made much sense. Perhaps it was the dull roar of fury that clouded his hearing.
The best feature of the living-room is the glass wall that looks out onto the trees. At the moment, it looks out onto trees with a dark figure propped against one of them, staring hard at her from behind his most recent smoldering cigarette.
For a fugitive, he thinks, she's not very observant.
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Date: 2008-10-28 05:16 am (UTC)The best feature of the living-room is the glass wall that looks out onto the trees. At the moment, it looks out onto trees with a dark figure propped against one of them, staring hard at her from behind his most recent smoldering cigarette.
For a fugitive, he thinks, she's not very observant.