Inexperienced Spy

"Do you know any guy that drives a Mercedes Benz?" Chuka asked idly as they ate.

He had taken her to a bukka hut not very far from her workplace where they could get really nice and affordable African delicacies.

He ate semo and egusi soup while Kathleen settled for a plate of Banga rice and assorted meat. It had been quite a while since she last ate that, and she had been craving it. 

"Huh? Yeah, my boss owns a black Mercedes car. Why?" Kathleen asked as she continued eating.

"Don't turn around. He's been following us since we left the company. I don't think he will make a very good spy, though," Chuka said with a chuckle, making Kathleen almost choke on her food. 

It took all the discipline she had mastered over the years to stop herself from turning around to see if it was truly Pete.

"What? Where is he?" she asked in a whisper, scared that he might hear her.