HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 121
 

She started questioning her own memory. Not about the sex part, because that was just silly, but about Harriet. Was it possible Angela had been misjudging her all this time? And if so, who else might she have been wrong about?

She remembered how angry she’d been when she moved back into her mother’s house at fifteen. She’d always blamed Vivian for separating her from her father and Kay. But now she wasn’t sure that even happened.

Angela nodded off briefly and awoke to a nudge on the ribs. She opened her eyes as a small man, all skin and bones, walked past her. He didn’t look much like the guy who’d been pulling the train, but she recognized him anyway.

“Alright, let’s go,” Angela said.

She sprang from her seat and hurried after the man. Kay grabbed her arm.

“Slow down,” he said. “He’ll see you. You have to keep your distance.”

Kay waited a moment and then let go of her.

“Now,” he said, stepping off the train.

Angela followed. They crept across the platform and up the stairs. The sidewalk was thick with the bar crowds this time of night. She kept her eyes trained on the heels of Kay’s boots.

“Are you checking out my ass?” he asked.

Angela punched him in the back.

“Just stay focused,” she said. “I’d rather not have to do all this over again tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.

They continued their pursuit. After a while, the crowds thinned out and they had to hang farther back. Eventually, their target crossed the street and stepped into the foyer of an apartment building.

“Shit,” Angela said as she reached the security door. “He could be anywhere in the building.”

“You didn’t get his name?” Kay asked.

“It doesn’t work like that,” Angela said. “I usually just get just general memories and abilities, not specific names or dates or whatever.”