I knew the bastard was behind us.
I never quite figured out how he did it, but he found us. He must have followed us the whole way.
He first appeared in Prince Rupert, at the train station. The new plan was to travel by train to Prince George, a much more populated city where my children and I could disappear easily. Changing plans on the fly helped confuse anyone tracking us.
After a couple of hours, it became very clear that the feline creature had no intention of attacking.
Instead, it watched us—as if it wanted to lead us somewhere, steering us from the shadows.
I didn’t smell him.
I didn’t hear him.
I saw him.
I recognized him by the ridiculous violet cloth tied at his waist, by his elegant, elastic stride and the lean body of a cyclist. He was dressed all in black, more warml
