As Lionel sent Noah the address, Noah spotted someone leaving.
"Linda Mathers son... Derek Mathers. Let's see what he is up to," Noah muttered, as he stepped out of the car and followed Derek.
Derek glanced around him a few times as he walked, his body language jittery and uncertain.
His hands fidgeted with the straps of his backpack, and his head swivelled around.
Despite his paranoia, he failed to notice Noah tailing him, blending seamlessly into the quiet street.
"This kid…" Noah muttered under his breath, trailing him at a comfortable distance. "He's so afraid of being found out. He's hiding something."
Noah's eyes scanned the surroundings as they moved through the neighbourhood, his mind cataloguing every detail.
The cracked sidewalks, the fading graffiti on nearby walls.
After a while, Derek stopped in front of a big house. It had a modern decor, with a kempt lawn that screamed rich.
