5:29pm
In the Company of Demons | 5:29pm
In the normally simple, uncluttered and unhindered world of Tina Rawson, the current situation she found herself in was now ranking as one of the biggest wastes of her time yet. Here she was, a senior executive officer for the much-heralded National Crime Agency, and what was she doing? She was tailing someone, which in itself was something she was more than used to being engaged with, but what made this so frustrating was that at the moment her target was in a car about two metres in front of her own company Volvo. Her skills at following and observing were hardly needed here. Tina was so close she could have exited her car, walked a few feet and had a chat with the object of her surveillance.
All because the traffic was doing nothing, only a stop-start dance of the frustrated. Instead, she would have to satisfy herself with sitting here glaring daggers at the man in the Audi who was clearly completely oblivious to her presence. If he had looked in his mirror even once, he would have seen her, perhaps he would have recognised her for what she was, but then again, there was considerable doubt about that.
The clouds of smoke he emitted regularly from his window, complete with the background knowledge they had on the subject, would tend to indicate his known weed habit may be in play here. He, therefore, might only have noticed if she was painted purple and was a unicorn, and even some doubt could be cast on that hypothesis.
