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better to keep it concealed. Good idea .
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    I got no sleep that night and not much more Sunday night. When I went to work on Monday, I had dark circles under my eyes. I got some teasing about having too much fun on the weekend. I went with it, easier than the truth. My work was way off for the next couple of days because my mind wasn’t on my job. It was on the tall man with dark eyes. Steve didn’t complain although he did look worried.
    I saw my tormenter twice in the distance during the week, but both times, he was moving away, not looking at me. He seemed to be looking around, checking out buildings. Once outside my bank, then again when I was in traffic going home.
    There were five days without any glimpse of him and without any Michelle warning system giving off alarms.
     
    The following Monday, I came out of work, turned out of the parking lot into traffic. I saw a Hummer pass along with all the other heavy traffic. This wasn’t unusual. With a military base close in the area, many families also liked the big Hummers, but I instantly felt my alarm go off. I sat for a moment, heard the guy behind me honk several times, and looked to see what might be the warning signal. No semi bearing down on me.
    I turned, but I moved over into the center lane of the three-lane road among the heavy traffic. I got a strange tingle along my spine. The hair on my neck was moving. I was one car back of the Hummer . At the next light, I was a little higher in my jeep than the car ahead. I could see into the Hummer and I saw a head with brown hair streaked blond by the sun. Oh, shit.
    I gripped my hands tightly on the steering wheel. That had been the warning signal. When I came to my turn off, I was still in the center lane. I hadn’t moved to the left turn lane. I dropped back to allow a couple of cars to pull in between my jeep and the Hummer . What was I doing? I had my warning, so if I was smart, I would turn left at the next light and go back towards my home. But I did not seem to have the smart button pushed as I just moved with the heavy traffic, following the large vehicle.
    Maybe it was because he had followed me for so long—it felt good to be on the offense for a change. I missed the next traffic light watching the Hummer move on as the heavy traffic from the side street pulled in between us. At last, the light changed. I carelessly crossed from lane to lane, moving up until I saw the top of the Hummer , but it was now in the right lane.
    I stayed in the center lane watching the Hummer turn down a quiet side street. I moved to the right lane and turned down the next side street. The first block was run- down houses that had seen better days. There was no foot traffic. The second block was vacated storefronts with small empty warehouses. I turned back towards the way I thought he might have turned, driving slowly. I looked down the next street, but didn’t see anything. I was almost past the next when I saw the back of the Hummer behind a building, parked in an alley. I sat for a moment, then pulled back, turning into the street to drive past the Hummer.
    There was no one around. I went up about twenty feet, parked and got out. I knew I was running on adrenalin and out of my mind. My warning signal was off the chart. I should be in that little jeep heading toward home. But here I stood acting like a fool. I looked around to see that there was no one in sight. I stayed close to the front of the building until I got to the Hummer . I leaned forward so that I could look down the alley. It was clear. My warning signal was tying up my stomach, but I refused to throw up.
    I slowly approached the Hummer . When I reached it, I rose up on tiptoes, but there was no one in it. By this time, my stomach was one solid pain. I turned to run into a wall in the shape of a man’s body. I was pinned by his body to the Hummer . I looked up at the black eyes trying to melt into the metal of the vehicle.
    “What are