Being a private eye, you learn to spot certain things that are happening around you. Being a psychic, you learn to sense things that are out of the ordinary. Being both, when something out of the ordinary happens (even for me) I have been known to... well, let's just say that I can sometimes overreact. (Gladys is reading over my shoulder and just let out a bark of laughter, by the way.)
Anyway, the other day I was going about my daily business when I suddenly got the feeling that I was being watched. I was downtown at the farmer's market doing some shopping for the next couple of weeks when I distinctly felt at least one pair of eyes boring into my back. I casually turned and scanned the market acting as if I were looking for a specific stall, but I didn't spot anyone or anything out of the ordinary. I focused and brought up my second sight and looked again. I was assaulted by the auras of the people gathered at the market going about their business. As I mentally sifted through the onrush of information, I had hoped to catch a glimpse of my audience, but no such luck. I shrugged it off thinking that maybe I had imagined it and that even if I hadn't, there was no reason to worry at this point.
As I continued shopping, the feeling came over me several times. Each time I did my best to get a casual look around either by scanning the stalls or checking the reflections in a window nearby. Nothing caught my attention. I was wrapping up my shopping and began heading back to the Beast, my clunker of a car, and was in the underground parking lot when I thought I heard a set of footsteps following behind me.
I didn't do anything as pedestrian as freeze in my tracks and whip around to catch the culprit. My highly developed skills as a detective (Okay, now she is giggling right in my ear) led me to, instead, keep my pace and move closer to the cars so that I could use the windows to take a glance behind me. However, my stealthy tactic didn't pay off as I still didn't get a glimpse of anyone there. I decided to change tactics. Instead of heading to the Beast, I headed to the nearest set of stairs and made my way down a level.
I stood in the stairwell of the lower level for a few minutes, waiting for my shadow to follow me down. No such luck. I held my breath and listened closely. Other than the noises from out on the street, the place was silent as the grave. I let out my breath in a sigh and headed back up the steps, watching closely around each corner in case someone was waiting to jump out at me, but there was no sign of anyone else in the lot whatsoever.
I made my way back to the Beast and loaded the groceries and sundries into the trunk. As I pulled out of the lot I decided that maybe it was just stress and maybe I was just hearing things. I was less than a mile from the market when I glanced in my rearview mirror and noticed a blue Chrysler a couple of cars behind me. It stuck out from the other cars because it was riding right up on the yellow line, which most people tend to avoid doing. I tried to shrug it off but something about it bugged me. I decided to take an alternate route home, one with a lot of twists and turns. After turn three, the Chrysler was still behind me, always staying two or three cars back. That put things beyond coincidence. I was being followed, but by who?