Hawthorn was laughing to herself as she drove off to
work. Today’s score so far: 2-0. Maybe it was all beginning to come together.
As she turned back onto George St, she saw the
stalkers on the pavement walking along with another man. Toying with the idea
of running them over and claiming she’d had a fit, Hawthorn noticed that the
third man looked familiar but she couldn’t place him.
She drove past, pulled over to a park and got out. Half
an hour before work, still time to do some investigating. Following behind on
the other pavement, they were deep in conversation-almost arguing. The other
man had an air about him, suggesting he was in charge or had a hold over them.
They stopped at a set of lights at a crossroad but didn’t
cross. This must be where they were parting company. Hawthorn took 5 quick photos
on her phone and then crossed over so she was still on the other side of the
road but in front.
After some vigorous head movements, they shook hands
and the 3rd man headed down the road Hawthorn had just crossed so
she followed behind. He turned left and got into a car-Hawthorn walked past memorising
the number plate and make and then doubled back on herself, heading back to the
car.
Sitting in the car park, she put the car details in
her phone and studied the photos. She wasn’t sure if she had seen number 3 in
New Zealand or in Britain or elsewhere but she’d definitely seen him somewhere. This was all becoming even stranger; doppelgangers, stalkers and mystery men-at least it made life more interesting and she had enjoyed smashing the windows...
Before going into work, she texted Sanders:
Hi S. had exciting day. Tell u at breakfast at 8.30
2morow.
H J
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