Page 16 of Intoxicating Pursuit

Watched

THE STALKER

C laudia circled the brewery first, confident of what she would find. Sure enough, she spotted the bike parked to a rack outside. Sammy rode around on it constantly, like some sort of hobo.

Claudia parallel parked about thirty yards from the front door of The Forbidden Craft Brewing Company, forcing the one paparazzi who’d followed her to park several cars back, with a big view of nothing.

So far, Claudia found no consistency in Sammy’s schedule, but she could easily predict the woman’s destinations. Always just back and forth, from the brewery to her house. Obviously, no life whatsoever.

On the plus side of this dismal bullshit, Claudia had yet to spot any signs of Gabe or his people. No security detail hovered, and as far as she could tell, Sammy hadn't left Philadelphia, despite the band touring nearby. Hardly a fitting combination of facts for one of Gabe's harpies.

In fact, after a week and a half, Claudia had yet to witness any indication this woman mattered at all.

The brewery's front door swung open and Sammy emerged. She unlocked her bike and pedaled off toward the main road, her long red hair flowing behind her.

Claudia considered going into the brewery, but the damn photographer would get in her face. She could swing by Sammy's house instead, but she already knew what she'd find there—the sour-face teenager and an old woman living in a garage. What was wrong with these people?

Poking around Sammy’s life was getting stupid—and frankly a bit boring. Filming was wrapping up soon, and she definitely needed a little more action.