Her eyes water as she attempts to focus on the apartment complex across the street with her binoculars. She thinks of calling it quits for the umpteenth time that day, but five thousand dollars is incentive enough to stay the course and see it through. Her subject is still in there. Of that, she is certain. After all, she has seen no one that matches his description exit through the front door.
Several hours later under the diminishing light of day, the investigator is ready to leave when a lone figure emerges from the entryway of the building. She immediately withdraws a camera from her pocket, removes her gloves, activates the night mode and takes a series of pictures.
After the man starts to walk along the sidewalk, Savannah pockets the camera, dons her gloves, quickly squeezes between two parked cars and darts across the street. Exhausted, mission accomplished, she walks in the direction of the nearest subway. Her former target appears to have the same plan, so she maintains enough of a distance to stay unnoticed. When the subway sign, suddenly appears, he descends a flight of stairs that leads to the underground. Savannah reaches the top of the stairs.
Once again, she feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She hesitates and considers her next move. But an unexpected push from behind catches her unawares, and she tumbles down the flight of stairs, and into a sea of darkness.
As she opens her eyes, she frowns. She tries to support herself on one elbow, but her head throbs, and she falls back onto the cement floor.
“Don’t try to sit up,” says a stern voice out of her line of sight. “You must have hit your head when you fell.” “You attracted some spectators, but I said I will take care of the situation.”
“What happened?”Savannah asks.
She shivers as a man peers down at her with empathy. His face looks vaguely familiar. “I found you unconscious at the bottom of the stairs.”
“How long have I been lying here?”
“I have no idea.” “I just arrived myself.”
“I have to go,” Savannah whispers before she closes her eyes and loses consciousness.
“You’re not going anywhere except the hospital,” he says softly, as he removes a camera from her coat pocket. He dislikes his sister-in-law, is frustrated with his brother’s infidelity, but this is the last time he intervenes and seizes the evidence.
The wail of a siren is heard in the distance.