We continued on to Library Park and were within sight of it when I again saw that same kid. He was half a block behind us and now on our side of the street. He was sort of hanging from a street lamp post; one foot was on the concrete base that the metal lamp post was mounted too and one hand clung to the pole while the rest of him just hung out in the air. He had a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth and another tucked behind his ear.
When he saw that I had spotted him again he quickly dismounted and turned away from us. To say my curiosity was peaked would be an understatement.
“John,” I said while pointing to the back of the kid as he strolled slowly away from us, “You see that kid?”
“What about him?” John asked.
“He’s been following us.” I said.