The rental gray Shevy sat parked in the open parking lot, its engine humming quietly as the two sat there watching and taking note of everything they saw happening before them.
Through the long lens, Harris kept his focus glued to the sidewalk, looking at whoever came and went through that area, making sure he snapped pics for those guys on bikes and those who stood on the corners.
And then, there he was, the main man. "You, he's here," Harris said as Arslan stepped out from the other side of the corner store where they couldn't see him before, with his hands shoved deep into his dark hoodie.
He didn't look like a mob boss or a kingpin at that moment, but more like an ordinary guy walking down the block where he grew up and lived most of his life. He didn't rush, nor did he check over his shoulder for enemies, as he seemed to be feeling safe in these streets.
