The phone leaves the bar mere minutes after the conversation is over. He goes through so many, and if she were tracking him she'd be closer by now, so it doesn't occur to him to get rid of it. It's good for one or two more tips.
It does indeed come towards the park. He likes parks!
About one block away, it stops and doesn't move again.
But that's not the end of it, because there is no reason for her to be here. If she were any closer to him, he'd have heard her and ran - oh god. She knows! Why else would she be here, waiting, just outside his range? She doesn't know who he is or he's sure she'd have confronted him directly, but she's already proving herself to be everything he feared. How long does he have before she comes right for him?
He can't take this. He doesn't want to spend the next week, or month, or however long constantly looking over his shoulder for her. Whatever her deal is, he needs to know it now, and for that he's gonna need to get in closer and listen properly.
It does occur to him that he could let a few of his closer contacts know that he might be in danger. Who to go find if he doesn't get back to them in a few hours. But that could endanger them too, and maybe blow his entire cover either way. So he doesn't, and not for the first time the whole secret makes him feel rather lonely.
A while after the phone stops, an unassuming, rather lanky fellow approaches, not from the direction B was coming from last. He doesn't make a beeline for Rita, but rather wanders around a little, stares up at the trees and around at the buildings and down at his phone. Eventually he glances up and makes his way over.
"Hi, excuse me? Could you tell me which way to 31st Street?" He's never really stopped looking like he walked here out of the Midwest; amiable tourist is an easy pretense.
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It does indeed come towards the park. He likes parks!
About one block away, it stops and doesn't move again.
But that's not the end of it, because there is no reason for her to be here. If she were any closer to him, he'd have heard her and ran - oh god. She knows! Why else would she be here, waiting, just outside his range? She doesn't know who he is or he's sure she'd have confronted him directly, but she's already proving herself to be everything he feared. How long does he have before she comes right for him?
He can't take this. He doesn't want to spend the next week, or month, or however long constantly looking over his shoulder for her. Whatever her deal is, he needs to know it now, and for that he's gonna need to get in closer and listen properly.
It does occur to him that he could let a few of his closer contacts know that he might be in danger. Who to go find if he doesn't get back to them in a few hours. But that could endanger them too, and maybe blow his entire cover either way. So he doesn't, and not for the first time the whole secret makes him feel rather lonely.
A while after the phone stops, an unassuming, rather lanky fellow approaches, not from the direction B was coming from last. He doesn't make a beeline for Rita, but rather wanders around a little, stares up at the trees and around at the buildings and down at his phone. Eventually he glances up and makes his way over.
"Hi, excuse me? Could you tell me which way to 31st Street?" He's never really stopped looking like he walked here out of the Midwest; amiable tourist is an easy pretense.