younger. Men and women, with the majority being men. He read their body language

and processed the possibilities.

 

He had counted nearly fifty people arriving and leaving when he settled on the

one he wanted. He had seen her come and go twice now. Perhaps for a break. She

had gotten into her car one of those times and headed out.

 

He snapped a picture of her with his phone as she was sitting idle at the

security gate. As she passed by his hiding place, he noted her appearance up

close. Around thirty, petite, unassuming. She had avoided direct eye contact

with the security guards. Perhaps an introvert? She drove a beige Ford Fiesta

that was as nondescript as she was.

 

Those were all good things for what he wanted to do.

 

Six o’clock came and a large group of people headed out the doors of Building Q.

Puller found her in the crowd and hustled back to his car. When she passed by in

her Fiesta he dropped in behind her.

 

They drove to what was most likely her apartment. She went directly inside.

 

Puller stayed in his car contemplating what to do. He could make his flanking

maneuver now, or he could wait.

 

She came back out dressed in a short skirt, a low-cut blouse, and three-inch