At one intersection, she paused and checked behind her. She seemed to do this reflexively, not even with the intention of consciously checking. Evan froze in the shadow of a closed bakery. She didn’t spot him. She continued toward an older residential block, posture softening slightly only once she reached quieter surroundings.
She stopped at a worn brick building with flaking paint and a grass patch too small to be called a yard. She slipped inside through a basement entrance, using a key that looked old. Evan waited a minute before circling the block and passing the building again, careful not to linger.