Chapter 11: Someone Strange Is Following Me (Interlude)
When Victor, having lost the ghost, sat lost in rare deep thought, the sound of footsteps clicking against the pavement outside the alley suddenly caught his attention.
It was the familiar sound of high heels.
As he lifted his head, he saw his assistant standing there with a look of utter disdain in her eyes.
“...Mister Victor, or should I say, pervert. What on earth is that look?”
“Ah, assistant. Would you happen to have brought some clothes for me? As you can see, I got hit harder than I expected.”
“I thought this might happen, so I did bring something... but I don’t think you’ll need full combat gear.”
The assistant handed Victor a thick coat, though she couldn’t completely hide her astonishment.
Even though the ghost had disappeared, Victor hadn’t given up the chase. Scattered bills littered the ground around him, an undeniable clue to what had transpired.
Was the operation a failure?
As the weight of the situation settled in, the woman’s sharp eyes narrowed in frustration.
“A disappointing outcome. If we had more time with the tracker, we wouldn’t have needed to rush after it so desperately.”
“Well, you can’t expect a film device to have a long duration. If its appearance were more conspicuous, the ghost would have noticed right away.”