With a bit of clever maneuvering, Prometheus got his car within seeing distance of Anne’s before too long. The two drove for quite a while. The whole time, Prometheus wasn’t quite sure what he was after. Where did Anne go after work? What did she do? Who was she with?
Truth be told, he wasn’t a detective. He had no illusions of the sort, either. He was a thinker, a tech guy, and also a fighter.
But a detective? Detective work required a whole other set of skills, which he had neither the time nor inclination to develop.
That left him at a complete loss, as he followed her down I-95. She got off, entered FAU campus, parked in the parking lot outside her dorm, then went inside.
Prometheus sat in the car, chewing his lower lip. The fuck do I do now?
He looked at his phone, then decided against it. No, you can do this by yourself.
Sitting there, parked in the parking lot of a college dorm, he had another thought. Who are you kidding? he asked himself. He took out his phone and called Sharise.
Before he had a chance to say anything, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know if I can take this call. You know, because I’m so unnecessary.”