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The drive was smooth, with the woman's car always in sight but not too close. The man followed, weaving through traffic easily. His eyes never strayed from the familiar vehicle ahead.

The woman and the girl seemed oblivious whatever was going on outside their car, their conversation carrying on as the cityscape changed around them. The man followed them through intersections, past rows of shops and residential streets. He kept his car at a safe distance, ensuring that his quarry never suspected they were being tailed.

She was an old woman, what was she even going to suspect? He scoffed.

As they drove, the woman occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror, but she was mostly focused on the road ahead and the girl in the back seat, who was now singing softly to herself. The man took note of every turn, every change in speed, ensuring he stayed on their trail without raising suspicion.

The journey continued, taking them out of the busier parts of town and into a quieter neighborhood. The