41 THE SPY

It was suspicious. The way she had suddenly left and didn't want him to drive her, not that he was bothered by it but his intuition told him that something was up and when had it ever been wrong? He watched as she hurried down the road, checking her phone for time as though she was headed somewhere to meet someone — that was it. Who was it? Daniel? William? He had to find out. “...I’m choosing to trust you which is something you probably don’t understand…” Her earlier words flashed through his mind as he contemplated following her. “You can't blame me for doubting you, after all, you haven't given me enough reasons to put my faith in you.” He headed for his car and drove towards her. “Are you sure you don't need me to drop you off?” he inquired, stopping next to her. She shook her head. “I already said I don't need your assistance. I can find my way home just fine,” she told him, her nose scrunched up in annoyance. “You seem to be going somewhere. I can drop you off