The girl watched Robin Ferringham cross the bridge and hurry back to The Hamlet. She hadn’t exactly been hiding, having followed him across most of the town. She hid behind a tree when he turned back. It was a simple act of stealth—he wasn’t exactly a secret agent or some such. But then, neither was she. He didn’t notice her at all. Simple.
She had to see if he was here for what she suspected. And lo and behold, he led her to Standedge. She didn’t like being right all the time.
She got her phone out. Took a couple of snaps. She didn’t really know what for. He was just standing there, like he was waiting for something to happen. She looked at them. If he was here for Standedge, what did that mean? She wasn’t sure yet.
She watched him leave, spooked, and then she decided to keep the photos she took and slipped her headphones back on, making her way back to Marsden too.
Time to get back to work.