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After the quickest glance out the , Pickle Nose nodded He gestured for me to follow him into the back Just in time, as it happened, since Weis chose that moment to enter

The uided me to an exit that opened into yet another alley

“Thank you,” I said

He nodded,his hands about “No problem”

If only there’d been ht And then appended that with, and whose fault was that?

I checked both directions, but I couldn’t tell exactly where I was vis-à-vis o left

I checked s at the intersect

ion It seemed this alley led me to a point about half a block from my car With the hope that theWeis occupied, I n of my quarry as I approached my car

Once safely inside, I pulled my car behind the duood place to ht side rear-view , I used up a bit of my precious data to email the photos to myselfjust in case I lost raved with intricate patterns If those weren’t pictures of valuable artifacts, I’d eat my external hard drive

It wasn’t long before Weis plodded into view He seerumpy, even from a distance Not that I could bla of escape Aht

Weis meandered home and reentered the house Ithe pain in my lower spine, I settled in for a wait I assu its precious cargo somewhere When he left, I would follow Turnabout is fair play

I kepta constant state of awareness came easily to me nowa little too easily sometimes

Unfortunately, even the best laid plans sometimes fall apart Like nohen I saw Weis leave his house and walk toward the nearest intersection He waited to cross the street

I left ed the opposite wall, where I could check Weis’ progress without being seen He crossed toI hustled toward the corner and cautiously peeked around it to see Weis walking really fast, now al to look nonchalant while keeping an eye on him

I could only hope he wouldn’t look back and recognize ht have come better equipped to follow people out in public AlasI didn’t ars or even a hat Then, I wondered if actual private eyes really did that anymore Or ever