Sketching Evil

Glancing over her shoulder, Abby Carter quickened her pace along Fifth Avenue,

aware that the man in the tan overcoat still followed her, had been behind her

for the last seven blocks.

Shit! she thought. Maybe he'd been back there the whole fifteen blocks since

she'd left her apartment for the early-morning walk to her job at the gallery.

How would she know? Her eyes were on where she was going, not on where she'd

been. But after initially spotting him she couldn't get him out of her mind:

tall, scruffy, and with a mass of thick long hair that obscured his features.

He was another street person who'd zeroed in on her, she decided, the third time

in the past ten days.

Abby made a quick decision as she waited for the light on the next corner. She

flagged down an approaching taxi, its tires squealed to a stop, and she jumped

in, leaving her pursuer to stare after the cab as it sped away.

For a moment Abby took deep breaths, realizing that she'd been frightened, that

the man had definitely been a threatening presence.

"Miss, where to?" The cabbie spoke with a heavy East European accent. "Uptow ... read full excerpt from Sketching Evil ebook