I've been paying more attention to what's been going on in my life lately. Of course, by "lately" I mean since Jones upped the pressure last month. I'm beginning to notice patterns or co-incidences in things I would normally ignore.
Because of the Tracker, I've known for years that I'm being followed. For the first few years it was physical. There was always someone close by but they stayed out of sight. Over time things changed and they were satisfied just monitoring my signal. Then they asked me to stop but I'm pretty sure they always knew where I was. Now that they want me to start up again I'm pretty sure they'll tighten up on watching me.
Monday, July 1st, I had a 9:00 Appointment with my Cardiologist. It was raining, but I got a spot close to the Entrance. He saw me right away and said everything looked good and I was out quickly. I drove through Edison to the Target on Parsonage Avenue to check what their price was on something. When I came out, I noticed this.
The car was sitting far back in the lot but started blinking his lights when I came out. That's when I realized that they weren't going to be subtle.
The next day, Tuesday the 2nd, I went up to RWJ Rahway for a Chest X-ray. I parked in the usual lot and went in. You don't need an appointment for an X-ray but you do have to deal with the paperwork. I was there for about an hour and a half. When I got back to the lot I saw this.
It looked like the white SUV that Jones had been in. Was this going to be the new vehicle-of-choice? I looked around but didn't see anyone that appeared to be watching me. I had a bad feeling anyway.
The next few weeks went by smoothly. I had no appointments to keep and the weather continued to be changeable. Everywhere I went I was conscious of white SUV's. Was I being paranoid? Maybe.
Saturday, I drove up to my Primary Physician for a routine follow-up. It was a beautiful morning and I was enjoying the drive. I stopped at the light on New Dover right beside this woman.
I've said before that I don't like bicyclists and I particularly don't like the ones who wear the "outfit". I find them to be arrogant. Still, I was in a good mood and rode on by. My Primary was happy with my progress so I don't have to go back for 2 months. It was hot and I headed home early. It was hotter Sunday but we got some heavy rain that night and it cooled things off a little.
I slept in a little this morning but was still out by 8:30. I stopped at Dunkin's for breakfast. I drove up to Walmart and picked up a prescription that was ready. I drove down to Route 1 and stopped at the Hobby Lobby. I'm not a hobbyist but I do have a Granddaughter who likes to make things. I was impressed with the variety of stuff they had and the prices, I thought, were reasonable. To make things better, the 2 things I bought qualified for their 40% off sale. I was feeling good as I walked back to my car when I saw this.
This car stopped in the entryway. I continued walking to my car and it didn't move. Other cars coming in honked but had to drive around him. Was it a white SUV? I couldn't tell. I got into my car and drove out of the lot eyeing my rearview more then I should have.
I would've driven straight home but I needed a few things so I got back on Route 1 and headed towards Shoprite. I didn't relax or stop checking my mirrors until I'd been parked in the lot for half an hour. Maybe I was getting a little paranoid, I thought.
I picked up what I needed and bought a piece of cake I didn't but felt I deserved. I use the self-checkout so I don't have to deal with lines. I was waiting for my card to be approved and I glanced up, more to stretch my neck then to look around. I thought I saw someone I recognized out of the corner of my eye but the system beeped and I took my card and purchases and left. I walked back to my car and noticed this.
A white SUV that wasn't there when I got here. Was it part of the crew that Jones had following me? Was it simply some other shopper? Was paranoia getting the better of me? I got in my car and started it. I put it in gear, rolled down the window and ….
Point, press, Flash.
I heard someone yelling my name as I drove away.
I know I'm gonna be in a lot of trouble but I figure if they really are hounding you ….
it's not Paranoia.
