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I
found
myself
on
a
sidewalk
leading
past
the
backs
of
several
somber
-
colored
warehouses
,
each
with
large
bay
doors
for
unloading
trucks
,
padlocked
for
the
night
.
The
south
side
of
the
street
had
no
sidewalk
,
only
a
chain
-
link
fence
topped
with
barbed
wire
protecting
some
kind
of
engine
parts
storage
yard
.
I
’
d
wandered
far
past
the
part
of
Port
Angeles
that
I
,
as
a
guest
,
was
intended
to
see
.
It
was
getting
dark
,
I
realized
,
the
clouds
finally
returning
,
piling
up
on
the
western
horizon
,
creating
an
early
sunset
.
The
eastern
sky
was
still
clear
,
but
graying
,
shot
through
with
streaks
of
pink
and
orange
.
I
’
d
left
my
jacket
in
the
car
,
and
a
sudden
shiver
made
me
cross
my
arms
tightly
across
my
chest
.
A
single
van
passed
me
,
and
then
the
road
was
empty
.
The
sky
suddenly
darkened
further
,
and
,
as
I
looked
over
my
shoulder
to
glare
at
the
offending
cloud
,
I
realized
with
a
shock
that
two
men
were
walking
quietly
twenty
feet
behind
me
.
They
were
from
the
same
group
I
’
d
passed
at
the
corner
,
though
neither
was
the
dark
one
who
’
d
spoken
to
me
.
I
turned
my
head
forward
at
once
,
quickening
my
pace
.
A
chill
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
the
weather
made
me
shiver
again
.
My
purse
was
on
a
shoulder
strap
and
I
had
it
slung
across
my
body
,
the
way
you
were
supposed
to
wear
it
so
it
wouldn
’
t
get
snatched
.
I
knew
exactly
where
my
pepper
spray
was
-
still
in
my
duffle
bag
under
the
bed
,
never
unpacked
.
I
didn
’
t
have
much
money
with
me
,
just
a
twenty
and
some
ones
,
and
I
thought
about
"
accidentally
"
dropping
my
bag
and
walking
away
.
But
a
small
,
frightened
voice
in
the
back
of
my
mind
warned
me
that
they
might
be
something
worse
than
thieves
.
I
listened
intently
to
their
quiet
footsteps
,
which
were
much
too
quiet
when
compared
to
the
boisterous
noise
they
’
d
been
making
earlier
,
and
it
didn
’
t
sound
like
they
were
speeding
up
,
or
getting
any
closer
to
me
.
Breathe
,
I
had
to
remind
myself
.
You
don
’
t
know
they
’
re
following
you
.
I
continued
to
walk
as
quickly
as
I
could
without
actually
running
,
focusing
on
the
right
-
hand
turn
that
was
only
a
few
yards
away
from
me
now
.
I
could
hear
them
,
staying
as
far
back
as
they
’
d
been
before
.
A
blue
car
turned
onto
the
street
from
the
south
and
drove
quickly
past
me
.
I
thought
of
jumping
out
in
front
of
it
,
but
I
hesitated
,
inhibited
,
unsure
that
I
was
really
being
pursued
,
and
then
it
was
too
late
.
I
reached
the
corner
,
but
a
swift
glance
revealed
that
it
was
only
a
blind
drive
to
the
back
of
another
building
.
I
was
half
-
turned
in
anticipation
;
I
had
to
hurriedly
correct
and
dash
across
the
narrow
drive
,
back
to
the
sidewalk
.
The
street
ended
at
the
next
corner
,
where
there
was
a
stop
sign
.
I
concentrated
on
the
faint
footsteps
behind
me
,
deciding
whether
or
not
to
run
.
They
sounded
farther
back
,
though
,
and
I
knew
they
could
outrun
me
in
any
case
.
I
was
sure
to
trip
and
go
sprawling
if
I
tried
to
go
any
faster
.
The
footfalls
were
definitely
farther
back
.
I
risked
a
quick
glance
over
my
shoulder
,
and
they
were
maybe
forty
feet
back
now
,
I
saw
with
relief
.
But
they
were
both
staring
at
me
.
It
seemed
to
take
forever
for
me
to
get
to
the
corner
.
I
kept
my
pace
steady
,
the
men
behind
me
falling
ever
so
slightly
farther
behind
with
every
step
.
Maybe
they
realized
they
had
scared
me
and
were
sorry
.
I
saw
two
cars
going
north
pass
the
intersection
I
was
heading
for
,
and
I
exhaled
in
relief
.
There
would
be
more
people
around
once
I
got
off
this
deserted
street
.
I
skipped
around
the
corner
with
a
grateful
sigh
.
And
skidded
to
a
stop
.
The
street
was
lined
on
both
sides
by
blank
,
doorless
,
windowless
walls
.
I
could
see
in
the
distance
,
two
intersections
down
,
streetlamps
,
cars
,
and
more
pedestrians
,
but
they
were
all
too
far
away
.
Because
lounging
against
the
western
building
,
midway
down
the
street
,
were
the
other
two
men
from
the
group
,
both
watching
with
excited
smiles
as
I
froze
dead
on
the
sidewalk
.
I
realized
then
that
I
wasn
’
t
being
followed
.
