Sandy took a step back, instantly recognizing the man he'd run into earlier. "What're you, following me?" he asked.

Jeffrey gave Sandy an awkward look. "No, I wasn't following you…" he said. "I can just drive away right now if that's what you want…"

"No…" Sandy hesitated a moment, contemplating. "I… I do need a ride actually…"

Jeffrey unlocked the car door. "Hop in…" he said.

Sandy threw his backpack into the back seat before settling in and buckling his seatbelt.

"Where you headed to…" Jeffrey asked.

"As far away as you're willing to take me…"

Jeffrey chuckled slightly. "So… No particular place in mind, then?"

"Nope…" Sandy said. "Not really…"

"Must be somethin' pretty damned bad that's got you runnin' so scared…" Jeffrey said.

"It's nothing…" Sandy replied, shifting nervously in the seat.

"You a wanted man?" Jeffrey asked.

"You know what…" Sandy said. "I think that you can just let me off here…"

"Five miles? That's what you call far away?"

Sandy looked at him awkwardly.

"So…" Jeffrey said. "What exactly did you do?"

"What makes you think I did anything?" Sandy asked. "And what's with all the questions?"

"I was kind enough to give a ride to you, a complete stranger, and you won't even answer me a few simple questions?"

"What're you, a cop?" Sandy asked.

"No…" Jeffrey replied. "I'm something much worse than that…"

Sandy swallowed nervously and looked out the window. "Let me off here…" he said. "Please…"

Jeffrey laughed. "You don't hafta be afraid of me, you know…" he said.

"I'm not afraid of you…" Sandy said. "I'm just… I dunno… Something…"

"Yeah…" Jeffrey said. "You most certainly are something… Something else…"

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It's a complicated thing. Tailing someone who is already tailing someone else. But Jonathan needed to know some more things about his new friend. He watched her as she watched someone else. Someone who appeared to be vaguely familiar. A woman. A blonde woman. Maybe this was his aunt. The slut that the woman had referred to. He watched as a man left the house. And a few minutes later another arrived. He moved in for a closer look, careful to keep one eye on his potential ally at all times. He could hear her muttering something to herself. Inane ramblings for all that he could decipher.

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"Cassie, Cassie, Cassie… What on earth are you up to now?" Dinah muttered, lurking even closer to the window. "When Eddie's away the slut will play…" She thought that she heard a rustling sound, the sound of leaves crunching behind her. She turned to look and saw Jonathan. She pushed him away from the window before she spoke. "You know…" she said. "If you're this conspicuous when you're stalking Sandy, then I'll bet that he's already on to you…"

"Sorry…" Jonathan said. "Just couldn't help myself. Had to see exactly what my new partner in crime was up to…"

"Partner in crime?" Dinah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah…" Jonathan said. "I mean, if that's still what you want…"

"Of course…" Dinah said. "You know that's exactly what I want…"

"So…" Jonathan said. "Now that you know I'm with you on this why don't you spill the specifics to me?"

"Here?" Dinah asked. "Now?"

"Uh… Yeah…" Jonathan said. "Sure… Why the hell not?"

"I'm kind of busy right now…"

Jonathan peered through the window. "I'm sorry…" he said. "I didn't realize that you got off on watching this…"

Dinah slapped Jonathan across the face.

"Ooh…" he said. "Feels kinda nice when you do it…"

Dinah rolled her eyes. "All right…" she said. "Why don't we just go back to your motel room and figure out the details there…"

"Because something tells me if we go back there…" Jonathan said. "We won't get any figuring out done…"

Dinah smiled. "Well…" she started. "You know what it is they say about all work and no play…"