Her hand still held the 

gun

but she felt a calm. her fingers were relaxed. Strange.

Her mind though was racing. What the hell did Keith mean. 

Imogen Howe

worried that she may never see him again. Who was that man. This Baka. That brute. She had never imagined Keith hanging out with such characters.

She watched the silouhettes disappear. She walked towards the 

Seaside Rest

. She would find a place on the pier to watch. She had a pair of binoculours in her purse. She'd watch from a far. Figure out where they were going. No the pier would be too far from the car then. she would have to find a place in the ... well she could just sit in her car and watch. Slouch low so they wouldn't see her through the windshield. When they got into their car she would follow them.

In the parking lot it was obvious which car was theirs. Mainly because of the personality that oozed off that Baka character. The big bodied black shiny suburban. No scuff marks. Fully tintned windows. License plate from far east. She wouldn't even need to keep that good of a watch. Just wait for them to get into that car and then follow.

She was heading to her car when she decided to do one better. She took an 

airtag

out of her purse, and some scotch tape. Taped it on an inconspicuous part, the lower underbody of the car where nobody would look. Then she wouldn't need to start tailing until much later. Maybe give them like a five minutes head start. Then they wouldn't be able to correlate her 

Subaru

 back to the hotel.