Following the experience in the woods, my string of bad luck is apparently continuing. The tattooed man is back. Though I hadn’t encountered him in quite a while—a fact for which I was exceedingly grateful—he seems to once more have taken an interest in me.
He reappeared two days ago, as I was once more in the library reading about the history of the town. I happened to look up from my research, and suddenly he was in front of me, some ten or so feet away. You can probably imagine my reaction drew a few stares from the people around me. They, however, seemed to be ignoring the newly arrived, inked specter.
His entrance pretty well shut down my investigation and I spent the next few minutes trying to simultaneously ignore and study him. It was a fool’s errand. I eventually gave up and simply left the library, scurrying to the car with my eyes transfixed on the library behind me. Thankfully he never emerged to chase me as I imagined he might.
The next appearance came yesterday while I was conducting a short reconnaissance mission (I can’t say where I was as it’s somewhere I intend revisit very soon). Again he managed to sneak up on me despite the difficulty of doing so. The location, suffice it to say, was not a heavily frequented one and I should have been able to see anyone well before they were close. The tattooed man, though, obviously isn’t your average person; he was virtually on top of me before I even noticed him. Unlike the last time I encountered him out away from everyone, this time he didn’t disappear right after I’d seen him. Instead, he did as he generally does and stood just out of reach without actually interacting with me in any fashion. Since I wasn’t technically allowed at this location, I decided to leave in a pretty abrupt manner.
So there you have it; the spy is back. I call him that because I’m growing more convinced with every occasion that he’s working for whoever is trying to shut me down completely (possibly Mayor Huntley). This was my initial opinion and there’s been very little to change it since. It’s virtually impossible, however, to get a clear feeling on what his intentions are. He’s so damn stoic! Though he’s clearly there to watch me, he never makes eye contact, speaks, or shows any type of emotion. The frustration it causes is almost unbearable. I also have more than a little trepidation over the whole ordeal, but my curiosity is beginning to outweigh my fear. Eventually I’m going to summon up the courage to confront my tattooed shadow. Today just isn’t likely to be the day.
Until next time…