Damn the invention of private investigators with too much time on their hands.
That was her prevailing mantra as she glided through the crowd, eyes darting about for a way to lose her tail. Figuratively, so as not to do so literally.
She really didn’t need to be outed for what she was at a time like this- good gods, she didn’t even know which snack had set this tenacious idiot of a man against her.
If it was Orlando Snorezeville she’d eat her hat.
Okay, new plan.
Instead of fighting the crowds Isadora immersed herself within them and plucked someone from its mass with deceptively delicate hands and linked their arms looking for all the world like a pair of lovebirds on a stroll. She smiled up at them like the most besotted of young ladies, all the while speaking in an undertone.
“There’s a very shady man following me. Would you please play along?”











