~Valeria~
I was pretty sure the guy with the newspaper was going to follow me home and suffocate me in my sleep.
Okay, maybe that was too out of line, but he'd been sitting at the same table for three hours pretending to read about local boring drama while watching every move Michael and I made. And considering what we'd been researching, paranoia felt like a reasonable response.
"You're staring," Michael said without looking up from his laptop.
"He's staring first." I tried to focus on the documents spread across our table, but Newspaper Guy was making my skin crawl. "This is the third time this week someone's been weird about us being in the library."
"Maybe we should take that as a sign we're onto something important."
Important was one way to put it. Terrifying was another.
Mich
