The Woman From Hell

"Be careful. Don't get caught." Shannon shrunk as if she was afraid to be caught doing something bad.

I laughed at her guilty expression. "This car is rented. The windows are all tinted, so no one can look in. Don't worry."

Shannon immediately sat up straight when she heard what I said. "You should have said so earlier. I wasted my time being so nervous. Say, do you think Gareth will notice us with us parked here in broad daylight?"

"He won't. There are so many houses here. It's normal for a car or two to be parked around. He won't suspect a thing." I had already scouted the place long before. Gareth had never interacted with his neighbors. He probably did not know what they looked like either. "He's coming out!" Shannon pointed at Gareth who was coming out in front of us.

He was dressed formally and got into the car.

He was dressed so formally even when heading out. Was he meeting someone important?

After his car was some distance ahead, I then slowly started driving.

I kept a certain distance within the visible line of sight so that we would not be easily discovered.

"We don't seem to be heading into any business districts. Why would he not wear a tie if he's meeting a client?"

Shannon was watching him very closely. I did not realize that he did not have a tie on either. After thinking, I replied, "He's probably going to meet with someone important who's not part of work. A personal friend perhaps?"

of Shannon chewing on potato chips came from beside me, and I glanced at her. "Why

a friend. Doesn't seem to make sense for us to be tailing him," Shannon said, looking like this was all unnecessary. Her tone was as light as

not

the

head forward and narrowed her eyes. "Looks like it. We're in the northern suburbs. The Northern Suburbs Hospital is known for its neurosurgery, but it's located in a remote place. Most people would choose Whaldorf Hospital,

his friend is sick?" I

this, Gareth got out of the

the driver's seat and got out of the car. "Shannon, go park the

"Oh, okay. Be careful."

way. A few people would pass through between us, so he was likely not going

into

a mask and went into the elevator with a few other people. Worried he might recognize me, I

stopped on

and more

the pushing and pulling, I was shoved over to Gareth. I looked up and glanced at him. His gaze was also directed toward me. I hurriedly looked away so

did not notice me,

the sixth floor, and Gareth exited the elevator. I exited