All Evan had to do was walk to the car and drive home (did he ever love being seventeen) and he'd be scott-free. Walking away was never easy- his paranoia was always at its worst here. There was always the inkling that something would go wrong- that he would be caught, right before escaping. As far as he could tell, though, everything was going smoothly. He fished his phone out of his pocket as he walked, checking the time; it was getting late. He'd have to return the car before his mother arrived, or he might have more trouble on his hands than he bargained for. He held the phone up, switching it off- the mirrored surface of the screen catching his reflection. He scratched at his chin with his other hand, still laden with a shirt stuffed with stolen goods. He wondered idly if he should shave soon.<br/>That's when he spotted Alistair tailing him for the first time, his tall figure visible in the crowd displayed in the polarized surface. He didn't think anything of it at first. He pocketed the phone, switching the parcel from hand to hand. Another fifty meters to the car. He couldn't help but glance over his shoulder, back to the super-store. A chill ran down his spine. The crowd had partially dispersed.<br/>But the tall kid was still following him.