I watched Tarah slink back into her car and close the door. I gave an awkward wave and walked back to my truck.
I cranked my truck up and took off down the road. I figured I would ease Tarah’s mind a little bit by getting ahead of her and disappearing into the night. I felt maybe she would find some relief in seeing my taillights fade.
Tracking Tarah ended up being rather dull. The day after the accident, I was able to relay to Brian that I had the addresses for Tarah’s home and place of work. I drove by and scoped out both in case I needed to go back.
Brian became very quiet once I shared that information with him. He told me to just keep tracking where Tarah went until he told me to stop, but that was it. Easy money. I couldn’t complain.
Nothing was out of the ordinary at all until last night.
I checked in on Tarah’s tracker and noticed that it was about halfway between her hometown in Western Massachusetts and my hometown up in Maine.
I spent the next few hours watching the tracking updates snake up the New England seaboard until it was just one town over and I was sweating in front of my computer in the middle of the night. I was tempted to get out of the house and try and meet up with the tracker, on the road, but held back when it stopped one town over.
I may have to make a move soon though. Just a few minutes ago, right after sunrise, I noticed the tracker started moving in my direction again. 
