Meanwhile…
"What now…?" Angel grumbled, driving very slowly with the beams off, following Patricia.
After she ran away from the Miller estate, Angel told himself it wasn't worth it. He had a long day today, and he shouldn't waste his time getting his hoodie back. Zoren Pierson was his employer, and Penny was his boss.
He could just ask them for a favor, using their connection as a bonus, right?
But here he was, driving like a snail while Patricia was walking on the side of the road. His face contorted when he glanced at the side of the road and saw a snail moving past his car.
"Damn… I'm slower than a snail," he grumbled, snapping his eyes to the windshield. He kept a few meters behind Patricia, watching where she was heading. By the looks of it, she was headed out of the subdivision, which would at least take her around fifteen to twenty minutes on foot.
