The apartment was okay.<br/><br/>It had two bedrooms, one bath, kitchen and reception room, a little dull but nothing a coat of paint wouldn't have cleared up, and came furnished with the basics. A real tenant could have gotten it to look more than liveable but the current inhabitant cared little about it. Her packed bags still laid on the bed in one of the rooms, just flipped open and with clothes spread across it in a disarray that made one think about a quick getaway gone wrong. Sleep had come to Dali on the couch or even in the chair she had put up next to a table a small ways in from the window, table spread with binoculars of different kinds.<br/><br/>Dali had chosen the flat simply because of the view over her latest target, from her vantage point she saw most of the things she could use but spying like that had a bleak flavour for the georgian. Still, the pictures she had collected so far made the day pass. She didn't know what this woman knew or why anyone would want it, she just knew Rebeccah was a person of interest for someone and that there might be a dive. And if that happened, someone had to know everything about her. Lucky Dali, that someone was her.<br/><br/>Friday evening Dali's target left her work in a hurry, going straight home as the blonde in a small, pretty nondescript, older car followed with some leeway after having recognized the streets as being the way home. With very little understanding of judaism Dali didn't understand quite why she was rushing so before she came into her hideout and could check the camcorder to see what had happened so far. Then she just sat down where she had the best view, letting her eyes relax into her favourite mounted binoculars.<br/><br/>Amber was supposed to give a ring on the computer when it was ready to report, the secure link and all that was stuff Dali really had no interest in and if anyone wanted to stalk her she'd turn the tables fast enough she supposed. Still, she did have a few names which she needed to have checked out, the new shifter guy would probably need pictures of them to be able to get things right but there was still time. They had to get here after all.<br/><br/>The blonde sighed softly in her mind reached out to caress the image of Rebeccah walking past a window, her hands still and quiet though as it would just ruin the image if she actually did it. In the quiet of the evening Dali's stomach growled loudly but like many times before the young woman ignored it, rather watching her pretty prey than doing something to still her hunger.