He never saw her.
I did.
I laughed for half a block.
Then Ghost messaged me.
GHOST: Something funny?
I stopped walking.
VESPER: Why would you ask that?
GHOST: Instinct.
Infuriating man.
I spent the rest of the afternoon wondering whether he really could feel me nearby.
Today, I stop wondering.
Because someone else can.
The first sign is a reflection.
A man behind me in the window of a pharmacy.
Dark coat.
Nothing unusual.
London is full of men in dark coats.
I turn at the next corner without looking back.
Two streets later, he's gone.
Fine.
Then I see another.
Different man.
Same stillness.
He isn't looking directly at me.
That is what makes me notice.
Good surveillance never watches.
It exists.
My pulse changes.
I continue walking.
No hurry.