The subway

Claire!

I thought she was in Mexico, occupied by the endless trafficking. What was she doing here? I continued to drive by. She did not see me - nobody knew my car.

I had to find a parking space quickly!

How? How to talk to Alma? How to make her understand that she was being followed and that her life was in danger? I was undecided. Claire would not fail to notice a car passing a second time in front of her, and she would get suspicious. I stopped abruptly at a red light and Claire looked in the mirror. I put on my sunglasses. She got out of the vehicle; Alma had to be in front of the entrance. Indeed she was. She turned her head to the left, then to the right, and inspected the parked cars - she was looking for me. Her face frowned. I hoped she did not linger, that she would not see my car stopped at the red light!

She must not come to me! Claire must not know about our relationship!