It’s then that she sees someone is watching. On the other side of the street, half-crouched behind one of the parked cars – a silver VW Beetle – is a young, wiry-looking guy with short blond hair and black-framed glasses. He’s staring right at her. He’s wearing a navy hoodie and has a chunky maroon and gold knitted scarf around his neck even though the day is warming up and the temperature
