I’ve Been Tracking This Girl For Weeks But Something Tells Me The Tables Have Turned
I would ease closer to her once we got out onto one of the long, dark highways she was going to have to take to get out of town. That is when my work would really begin.
By 
Jack Follman
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. 
