As I got onto the highway on the way to my friend's house, I noticed the same biker had been following me since I left the house. The biker had the same coat that man had worn at the speakeasy. His helmet covered his face, so I couldn't see if it was the same man.
I turned off the "highway", if you could even call it that, and onto the dirt road surrounded by forest on the way to my friend's house. When I turned there, the biker turned as well. "Still following," I thought.
I was getting close to my friend's house when I heard shouting. I turned around to see the man waving at me, helmet still on. I stopped the car, jumped out, and walked over to him.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey, can you help me with my bike? It broke down."
"Sure! I actually know a lot about bikes! I've always wanted one!" I knelt down and started looking at the engine.
"Do you want water? I have some in my bag." He asked me.
"Yes please!"
I almost didn't notice him sneaking some sort of powder into my drink.
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Her biggest fan
FanfictionThis is not my story idea, I saw a prompt online. A book in which Opal is a famous crime author and her biggest fan, JD, commits all the crimes she writes about without being caught
