the store she was passing. That's all she needed, those two to be racial profiling and catching her stalking them. She needed to find a safer way to watch them.
Beth glanced across the street and lifted her eyes to the roof of the building. Another night of roof hopping? She followed the roofline to the building next to it and swallowed. It was too far to jump safely. Or unsafely, as far as she was concerned.
"There's not enough heroin in the world," she mumbled and then winced. She looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear her. Seeing herself safe she ducked out and turned to cross the road. It was early and busy, she'd have to follow at a distance. John hadn't been the first man to have sex with her, but he was the first one she'd enjoyed. More than enjoyed, for that one final night she'd let herself go and had fallen in love with him.
And now she was stalking him. Like a hunter stalking her prey.
Chapter 9
Beth fell further and further back as the night stretched on. It was a Sunday and there weren't as many people out looking for a good time. John and Officer Nettle, or Officer Smashnose as she called him, had written a few tickets but mostly they just wandered through the streets looking for people doing something wrong. She had to admit, for the most part they weren't being jerks like she'd heard they could be.
The worst part of her chase was waiting whenever they went into a building. She had to wait outside and try to look busy as other people walked by. She'd been hit on twice and propositioned once so far. It was a pity she was do focused on following the policeman, it was practically an all she-could-drink buffet in spite of the blowing snow and cold.
Speaking of drinking, she was getting thirstier by the minute. The streetlights and signs in the shops and restaurants were dimming while the people walking on the sidewalks and sitting in the warmth of their cozy booths grew brighter. She needed to feed soon, even if that meant losing track of John. If she didn't she'd end up like she was the night before, when nothing mattered except taking the junkie in the alley.
They'd gone into a small restaurant and had been in there a few minutes. Beth held back on the far side of the street at a bus stop, waiting. She studied the two people waiting with her, one was a black man that looked her age. He had a knit cap with a Detroit Lions symbol on it and a fluffy black coat. Ear buds were tucked into his ears, letting him loose himself in his music while he waited.
The other person waiting was a middle aged woman that kept glancing at the black man. She was as far as possible from him as she could be, even going so far as to stand on the other side of Beth. Beth caught her glancing down at her shoes and then up and away.
"Cold night," Beth said and offered a smile.
"Yes," she mumbled. "I hate Michigan in the winter."
"So, move," Beth said when the woman's eyes rounded. "Sorry, that was bitchy. I mean why not move south?"
"Family," she answered. "I've got one son going to Oakland College and my daughter and grandbaby live here. I want to spend as much time with them as I can."
"That's nice," Beth said and used the excuse of conversation to look at her more closely. There was a darkness that spread through the glow radiating from her. Beth studied it, trying to understand more about her. Sickness or disease, maybe?
"How about you? Do you work down here?"
"Yes," Beth said. "No family though, just my partner."
The grandmother's eyes widened. "Oh! Partner?"
Beth smiled. "Business and pleasure."
"Oh!" she said again and fell silent. She rocked back and forth on her feet for a moment, the black man sitting nearby but oblivious to them forgotten. "I almost had a thing with a girl thirty years ago. She was my maid of honor and—"
"Liz? Liz!"
Beth spun away from the woman to see John jogging across the street. She stared at him, her eyes wide. She'd fucked up and lost track
Beth glanced across the street and lifted her eyes to the roof of the building. Another night of roof hopping? She followed the roofline to the building next to it and swallowed. It was too far to jump safely. Or unsafely, as far as she was concerned.
"There's not enough heroin in the world," she mumbled and then winced. She looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear her. Seeing herself safe she ducked out and turned to cross the road. It was early and busy, she'd have to follow at a distance. John hadn't been the first man to have sex with her, but he was the first one she'd enjoyed. More than enjoyed, for that one final night she'd let herself go and had fallen in love with him.
And now she was stalking him. Like a hunter stalking her prey.
Chapter 9
Beth fell further and further back as the night stretched on. It was a Sunday and there weren't as many people out looking for a good time. John and Officer Nettle, or Officer Smashnose as she called him, had written a few tickets but mostly they just wandered through the streets looking for people doing something wrong. She had to admit, for the most part they weren't being jerks like she'd heard they could be.
The worst part of her chase was waiting whenever they went into a building. She had to wait outside and try to look busy as other people walked by. She'd been hit on twice and propositioned once so far. It was a pity she was do focused on following the policeman, it was practically an all she-could-drink buffet in spite of the blowing snow and cold.
Speaking of drinking, she was getting thirstier by the minute. The streetlights and signs in the shops and restaurants were dimming while the people walking on the sidewalks and sitting in the warmth of their cozy booths grew brighter. She needed to feed soon, even if that meant losing track of John. If she didn't she'd end up like she was the night before, when nothing mattered except taking the junkie in the alley.
They'd gone into a small restaurant and had been in there a few minutes. Beth held back on the far side of the street at a bus stop, waiting. She studied the two people waiting with her, one was a black man that looked her age. He had a knit cap with a Detroit Lions symbol on it and a fluffy black coat. Ear buds were tucked into his ears, letting him loose himself in his music while he waited.
The other person waiting was a middle aged woman that kept glancing at the black man. She was as far as possible from him as she could be, even going so far as to stand on the other side of Beth. Beth caught her glancing down at her shoes and then up and away.
"Cold night," Beth said and offered a smile.
"Yes," she mumbled. "I hate Michigan in the winter."
"So, move," Beth said when the woman's eyes rounded. "Sorry, that was bitchy. I mean why not move south?"
"Family," she answered. "I've got one son going to Oakland College and my daughter and grandbaby live here. I want to spend as much time with them as I can."
"That's nice," Beth said and used the excuse of conversation to look at her more closely. There was a darkness that spread through the glow radiating from her. Beth studied it, trying to understand more about her. Sickness or disease, maybe?
"How about you? Do you work down here?"
"Yes," Beth said. "No family though, just my partner."
The grandmother's eyes widened. "Oh! Partner?"
Beth smiled. "Business and pleasure."
"Oh!" she said again and fell silent. She rocked back and forth on her feet for a moment, the black man sitting nearby but oblivious to them forgotten. "I almost had a thing with a girl thirty years ago. She was my maid of honor and—"
"Liz? Liz!"
Beth spun away from the woman to see John jogging across the street. She stared at him, her eyes wide. She'd fucked up and lost track
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