[And it does keep him occupied, for a while. Or perhaps more accurately, his singularity of purpose keeps him from noticing things that he would otherwise have picked up on much sooner, little tell-tale signs that he's being pursued, observed.
But it's only a matter of time.
He picks up on his scent, in the end. Something he knows, recognises, remembers from that day in the bar and on those other occasions, when he dogs Heine's footsteps out of sight, has caught him sniffing around with this man. He hasn't found what he wanted, but perhaps Badou is the next best thing.
But he gives no sign of the fact that he's become aware of his lanky ginger shadow, keeps moving with that same purpose and determination in his steps. Only, steadily, he's heading further away from the crowds, down smaller, more derelict pathways. Do you dare to keep following him?
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But it's only a matter of time.
He picks up on his scent, in the end. Something he knows, recognises, remembers from that day in the bar and on those other occasions, when he dogs Heine's footsteps out of sight, has caught him sniffing around with this man. He hasn't found what he wanted, but perhaps Badou is the next best thing.
But he gives no sign of the fact that he's become aware of his lanky ginger shadow, keeps moving with that same purpose and determination in his steps. Only, steadily, he's heading further away from the crowds, down smaller, more derelict pathways. Do you dare to keep following him?
Come closer.]