Benson Walton's POV:
Someone was watching me. He or they were well-hidden, but I still found them.
This seemingly invisible stalker had appeared without me realizing it after I came into contact with Julie. After I confirmed Julie's identity, the stalker seemed to be a little impatient.
Sometimes it was a middle-aged man reading a newspaper in an open-air coffee shop, sometimes, it was an old lady who brought her little granddaughter to buy ice cream. I could even feel a faint sense of prying from a stray dog or sparrow.
At first, I thought I was under too much pressure and hallucinating, but intuition in our line of work was always important. Someone was watching me, and there were many of them, but strangely, there were no traces.
