I checked the street and crossed, running over to him.
"Hey, are you following me?"
He frowned and lowered his paper. "You talking to me?"
"Yes, you. Are you working for my mother?"
I grabbed his shoulder when he started to walk away. "Show me some ID."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll call the police and get them to make you show it."
"Hey, buddy, it's a free country, and I'm allowed to stand on this street corner and read a paper, okay? Now, shove off or I'll clock you a good one."
I held up my hands and stepped back, realizing that perhaps I was being too hasty. Maybe he was just a guy reading a paper in a dark doorway, who just happened to hide behind his paper when he saw me looking at him.
But I didn't believe it for a moment.
Luckily, the limo arrived, driving up and parking at the curb directly across the street.
I checked traffic and crossed, coming around the side of the limo. The driver, Brian, jumped out and opened the door before I could get to it.
"Sir, you're supposed to wait inside until the vehicle arrives and I have the door open."
I turned and pointed to the man across the street. "I want you to have someone follow him, see who he is."
"Did he bother you?"
"No, but he was watching and hid behind his paper when he realized I saw him." I got in the vehicle. "Maybe you could call someone from the agency and have them follow him, so we know who he is and who he's working for."
"Will do," Brian said and got on his cell. He spoke quietly into the phone but not so quietly that I didn't hear.
"Maybe you could send someone over to Mr. Marshall's office building. There's a man across the street, fifties, about five foot ten, heavy-set, dark hair, wearing a beige raincoat and a navy-blue hat. I'll wait here until you arrive."
Brian turned to me where I was sitting in the back seat. "The agency is sending a car around. They're parked behind the building and will watch the man. If he leaves, they'll follow him."
"Thanks." I leaned back and relaxed. "Maybe we could wait until they come, just in case the man leaves before they get here."
"Sure," Brian said.
We waited. The man didn't leave his spot, and within five minutes, a car from the agency drove up behind us and stopped. Brian looked in the rear-view mirror and nodded.
"Harry's behind us and will take over," he said. "We can leave."
"Okay, thanks," I replied. "I appreciate your help. I want to know who's following me and why."
We drove off and I watched the man until we were too far away to see him any longer. He watched us leave, actually stepping out from his doorway, and noting the time on his watch.
"He was definitely watching me," I said. "I hope he didn't see Harry and realize he was watching."
"Harry's a pro. Don't worry. He was in the military and then worked for a private security firm in Israel before coming back to the states. He knows how to tail someone without his cover being blown."
"Good. I'm sick of this. I want to know who that is."
"He'll find out if anyone can."
We arrived at the beach house and I was glad to get out of the car, needing to go for a run to relieve my stress. I grabbed my briefcase and thanked Brian, then went inside. Alexa was sitting on the covered patio, wrapped in a jacket and blanket.