Is this about that strange thing I felt when I bumped into him the other day? Is he smuggling drugs to work in his underwear or something? What if he’s doing something illegal…
Arya started up her engine, and following just far enough away from Kazard’s car followed him home that way, her heart racing every time she lost vision of him through the sea of traffer.
Her luck won out however, and she was able to stay far enough away from him to prevent suspicion yet close enough to be able to see what turns he made.
She circled around his block once, twice before parking it a ways down the street and sprinting silently up to his front door.
