Chapter 33
“You’re alarmingly good at this stalker stuff,” I said and sipped my water.
“It’s called surveillance. You can learn all the tricks online,” Zoe said and adjusted her phone on the dashboard.
We had been waiting for a few minutes outside a remote house. We were parked in the main road to blend in better, and were watching the house through Zoe’s binoculars. We’d bought them an hour ago from a guy selling stuff on the street. He was carrying like a million stuff that made noise or lit up, for sale at two euros. Zoe haggled the price. The binoculars were cheap but they did the job fine.
“Can I see too?”
“Ohi! Why didn’t you buy your own pair? It was only two euros,” she said, mocking my tone when I had told her it was embarrassing to haggle for a euro.
“You put the I in CDI…”
