At last, something. Not much, but enough. The shadow had caught a scent. Perhaps they had rolled down the car window for a time, because it could follow her unmistakeable essence in a straight line for some distance. Then it disappeared again. It did not matter. Once a shadow had picked up the scent of its prey, it was only a matter of time - and this shadow knew it was on the right road. All it needed to do was to search all the junctions and the smaller roads ahead. At some point she would have left the car, and the shadow would find her.
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