The Follower

The Man in the Black Suit

The Follower

He hated working for these types of people.  They were unprofessional, poorly organized groups who constantly got themselves in trouble.  Grown men playing spy.  But they -- and their habit of needing someone to fix their mistakes -- were his bread and butter.
    He pulled his car through the intersection and swung into a gas station.  A black Mercedes followed him in.  As he found a parking space, it drove slowly by, moving a discreet distance before pulling into a space of its own.  It had been trailing him since the boss's office.  The man in the black suit exited his car, into the cold and damp night.
    Only amateurs tried shaking tails through high-speed chases of the kind portrayed on film.  That strategy was only necessary when you were attempting to escape a pursuer.  Certainly not when you wanted to lose a discreet follower.  In fact, only an amateur would want to lose a follower.  If you lost them, your chance of discovering what they wanted was also lost.