Crap, she noticed. The quickening of her movements...no doubt about it.
Mark quickly ran into the nearby parking lot, and dived into the gray van parked nearest the exit. Slamming the key into the keyhole, the van roared to life, and moved out of the parking lot.
A couple minutes later, he glimpsed the taxi IdentityUnknown took. He glanced at the map taped on the dashboard.
"If she's taking this route...the only place she would go is...there."
Just then his cell phone (next to the clutch) jumped up. Mark grabbed it.
"Yeah. S's house."
With that, he hung up.
Like a cornered rat.
But the cornered rat may bite the cat...