Lisa's POV

“Let's step on it.” I said, burning with anticipation.

The driver didn’t even shrug. “Yh, sure.”

I asked curiously. “No suspicion? No moral questions? No ‘why are we following him, miss?’”

“Yh, sure,” he repeated, shrugging into his seatbelt like this was just another Wednesday. I sat back, narrowing my eyes. Okay then…

I’d prepared arguments in my head. Long, confident ones. About how this wasn’t stalking, but curiosity. Morbid, sure, but still ...