#borntosuffer

Arabesque had been tracking Evangeline for two weeks, and she still hadn’t figured out why. 

For her, it was a simple enough job.  Follow the girl. Find out what she does, where she goes. Don’t get caught.  Honestly, she would have just had Aria do it remotely if it weren’t for the fact that she was getting paid extra to do this stalker’s work on foot. 

The thing was, Evangeline didn’t do anything.  She was just some teenager on the run, doing stuff like buying diet coke and redbull at a gas station or sleeping in a park.  Once in a while, Arabesque got the feeling her target knew she was there, but she never confronted her.  It was baffling, not to mention mind-numbing.