by Carl | Score: 2100
Clyde made his way down the megacenter aisle and turned left. He feigned interest in lamps perched atop a shiny desk, spinning the price tag over a few times in his fingers.
The cold feeling burned through the pit of his stomach and slithered down into his legs. Something within told him that his online misadventure was the cause of his being watched.
"Why did I do it?" he hissed under his breath. "Why did I do that search unsecured?!"
That damn ping. He knew someone, something had jacked into his system.
Despite the cool rumble of the air conditioner, sweat began to run down his back. He fingered over the lamp price tag a few more times.