“What do you mean?” Sam pressed.
You shrugged, visibly uncomfortable just thinking about it. “I don’t know. He just gives me the creeps–he’s always hanging around during my shifts. I feel like he’s going to ambush me when I walk to my car or something.” You sighed. “Maybe I’m making too much of it. Hopefully he won’t be around today,” you added, grabbing your keys.
Sam’s fists and jaws clenched. He told you to be careful and said goodbye, giving you a quick hug and telling you not to ignore your instincts. As soon as he heard your car pull away he grabbed the keys to the Impala and was out the door behind you.
_ _ _ _ _ _
Sam sat outside your work all afternoon, waiting for the guy you had described to show up. He could see you going about your day inside and you seemed to be ok. Just as it was getting dark, he showed up. He passed by on the sidewalk, headed towards the alley that led to the back door and the dumpster. That was suspicious enough for him.
Sam climbed out of the car and headed the same way. When Sam rounded the corner of the building he found the guy loitering around just outside the back exit. “Hey. Can I help you with something?” he asked, anger easily audible in his voice.
“Mind your own,” the guy sniped back.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing. You need to quit creeping around. I don’t know exactly what you’re up to, but none of the options are good.”
“Back off! Or we’re gonna have a problem!” he growled back at Sam.
In an instant Sam had him shoved up against the brick wall behind him and was inches from his face. “We already have a problem.”
