Chapter 36 The Demon's Witch Man

Whatever came up and led to Tyler leaving early, it led them both to the forest. Clea followed him diligently and unnoticed with a cab. She half-expected him to go home, but he drove on and eventually parked at the front of the inn. That was when she confirmed something was up. It had gotten interesting. She stayed in the cab, watching him enter the forest path. Then she got down and followed him.
Following him was pretty easy. As long as she stayed out of sight, kept her footsteps soft, and steered clear of decayed fallen leaves which could leave crunching sounds. Even though he walked straight ahead, he didn't walk on the path. This conveyed to Clea that he was avoiding being seen.
She didn't know what she was doing following him. She didn't know what to think. Though she was following him based on the suggestion that he could be one of the dealers, she still couldn't bring herself to believe it. The Tyler she knew, the one her thirteen years old self met, had promised her, years ago, that he would have nothing to do with drugs. So if he was dealing drugs, it could only mean one thing. He didn't give a quarter fuck about her.