At first, it was easy due to the heavy traffic of restaurant row. It got trickier as they turned into the ghost town of the post-workday neighborhood. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat and held his head down, hoping they wouldn’t look back. When he saw them stop in the shadow of a darkened building’s awning, he kept going. To stop now, in the middle of no man’s land, would have drawn too much attention. Watching their silhouettes melt into one another was like watching a spark hit gunpowder. His ears rang with its enormity. His legs kept carrying him closer and closer, caught in the gravity of it all. He pulled his collar around his neck with trembling hands. He felt David’s eyes flicker up to him as he passed and for a moment, Jack wondered if Sarah’s coworker would recognize him. It made him feel self-destructive. Jack grinned, one man to the other. “Evening.” There was no recognition in David’s eyes. The man returned the nod with a little bashfulness, which pleased Jack.
