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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 138 of 307 there is a will there is a way and it would seem that some kind of system had been set up. Sariah carried the little girl on her hip while her spunky four year old smelled every draught tolerant blossom he could race up to. Following was going to be tougher now. There were no other cars on this street. I supposed I could get out an wander behind them on foot. Nobody walked in Reno. It was worse than L.A. Hotter. And while it wasn't hot at the moment, 6:30 still qualifying as early morning, a single man strolling even a half block behind the little family would be noticed at the very least and suspicious at worst. I couldn't risk it. I was too close to getting her address. I guessed she was heading home right now to play with her kids maybe as she wound down from a night at the Pot Of Gold. I let them walk farther and farther down the block until I saw them r all take a right turn at the corner. I quickly popped it into gear and drove to the end of the block where I hopped out and started walking. I didn't make the turn. I walked straight across the street. Through what I hoped was casual looking peripheral vision, I saw that Sariah and the girl had vanished and the little boy was petting a stray cat next to a scrawny desert tree planted into the curbing. He looked up sharply at the entrance of an apartment building. He'd been called to come and he raced on over. |
