I Followed Them
I waited two minutes after they drove off.
Just enough time to not be obvious.
Then I grabbed my keys and got in my car.
I told myself I was being paranoid.
I told myself I’d follow for five minutes, confirm it was some normal weekend activity, and turn back.
I lasted twelve.
Because James didn’t head toward his apartment.
He didn’t head toward the park or the zoo or the pancake place he kept bragging about.
He drove toward the hospital.
The same hospital system printed on the badge.
