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engine off, hoping to get something after they finished talking.
    The man was constantly in motion as he talked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and back again. He punctuated every few words by pumping his fist and then snapping his fingers. I wondered briefly if he was high, but the movements were controlled enough that it seemed unlikely. He was a little antsy maybe, but not strung out.
    I laughed at myself under my breath. I really had turned into a third rate Nancy Drew.
    The pair in front of me finished their conversation. He opened the back door and pulled something out of the SUV while she went around the front of the car and climbed in behind the wheel.
    Torn, I couldn't decide who to follow, but since he seemed the most suspicious, I picked him. Plus I was kind of worried she might recognize me if she saw me. Stealth and stalking were not topics covered at my community college.
    The man took the bag he'd picked up from the car and slung it over his shoulder. He glanced around and then turned towards an alley that ran beneath the underpass, around the side of a large warehouse.
    Once he'd been gone a few minutes I got out of the car, shoved my phone into my pocket, and followed him.
    As I approached the building I scanned the street, cars, other structures and windows for movement and saw nothing. The coast was as clear as it was going to get. I walked up to the large concrete warehouse and noted it was much newer and apparently in use. I could hear machinery and voices coming from inside.
    Pretty sure that would be the least stealthy drug operation ever, I sighed as I got to the corner where the man had disappeared. I was in the process of peeking around the building to check when a land landed on my shoulder and I jumped, stifling a scream.
    I turned, prepared to fight or run or cry or collapse. Instead I froze, speechless.
    Sam stood there glaring at me like I was a disobedient child. "Fancy meeting you here," he drawled.
    "What the hell are you doing here?"
    "Following you, Carly. I'm not sure if you know this, but this is very much not part of my house."
    "Hilarious," I hissed at him. "Why did you follow me? How did you know?"
    "I had a hunch. I assume the reason you're here has something to do with what you and Anna really did yesterday."
    I chewed on my lower lip, trying to figure out what to say.
    "Don't bother." He held up a hand. "Let's just go."
    "Fine. This was stupid anyway. It's obviously the wrong place."
    "Wrong place?" He leaned back against the wall, keeping one hand near his hip where I knew his gun was hidden beneath the light jacket he wore, and his eyes on the street around us.
    "Yeah, I saw the woman from that place, the other warehouse. She was talking to some shady looking guy and when she left I followed him over here. But this is just a regular place."
    "Why do you think that? Did you go inside?"
    "No, but listen. You can hear people working. The street is full of cars, and not abandoned ones either."
    "Well damn," he said, shaking his head.
    "What?"
    "That's not bad detective work."
    "Oh. Thanks. But anyway, I was wrong so we can go now."
    "First tell me about this guy you saw. What did he look like?"
    I shrugged. "Can't tell you much. He was wearing a hat and sunglasses. But he was tall and big, kind of your size. Black t-shirt and pants; didn't see his shoes."
    Sam's face looked pinched for a moment, but then smoothed out. "Anything else noteworthy about him? A limp? Scars?"
    "Not that I could see."
    "Okay. Not much to go on. Now, you go back to the car and I'll be there in a minute to follow you home."
    "In a minute? Where are you going?"
    "To check the place out a little."
    "But I thought…what about my good detective work?"
    "It was good, but you're not a pro at this. I am."
    I rolled my eyes. The confidence I'd found so attractive at first was starting to piss me off. "So what do you see that I don't?"
    "The perfect cover."
    "Huh?"
    "If you want to hide illegal