Hayden Coefield was good. His shoes made barely a sound as he slipped in and out of the shadows. The wet-glitter streets, instead of illuminating his fleeing figure, refracted away, obscuring more than if they had been dry. When the alleyways ended, he never faltered. The trick to successful camouflage is to maneuver seamlessly from darkness to light. Coefield nonchalantly entered a crowd of people leaving a side street theater and followed along at a leisurely pace. When three of them broke away and entered a ristorante italiano, he went with them and ducked into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he walked out of the establishment via a side door and continued on his way.

I sighed. Admittedly, my hope that he would meet with my next mark at the restaurant was a stretch, but it didn’t stop the disappointment.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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