The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 57: Counter-Surveillance and Tracking

Burbank, Nova Theater.

Fans dressed in Sex and the City merch stood in a glowing line outside, eagerly awaiting entry.

Hawk, wearing a gold wig and a T-shirt featuring Sarah Parker’s image, blended into the crowd. A bag slung over his shoulder, he moved forward with measured steps.

Edward, meanwhile, circled to the back of the theater in his car, finding a discreet spot to wait.

Inside, Hawk passed the ticket check and followed the crowd into the theater. He chose a seat with a clear view of the stage, noting the bright floodlights already set up for media activities.

Professional entertainment outlets were present, but Hawk wasn’t worried about competition. Unlike him, they’d simply report what the studio wanted them to.

The theater buzzed with activity as most fans remained standing, milling around and chatting. Hawk adjusted his plain glasses and imitated their enthusiasm to avoid drawing attention.

At 8 p.m., the event began.

Director-producer Anders and actress-producer Sarah Parker took the stage with the rest of the season five cast.

The typical fan event rituals followed: media interviews, Q&A sessions, and some light interactions between the stars and fans.

At one point, Sarah approached the edge of the stage to shake hands with fans. Hawk, closer now, scrutinized her. At 37, her skin was unnaturally smooth and taut—likely the result of Beverly Hills’ finest cosmetic procedures.

Medical aesthetics? Hawk wondered, amused.

Soon after, Hawk slipped out of the theater and into a restroom along one of the emergency exits. From his bag, he retrieved a plain sweater, replacing the fan T-shirt to disguise himself.

He surveyed the area. One emergency exit led outside for audience members, while another led backstage, where two brawny security guards stood watch. Occasionally, confused attendees looking for restrooms would wander over, only to be turned away.

Hawk grabbed snacks and a drink from the concession stand, settling into a spot where he could keep an eye on the backstage entrance.

Within 30 minutes, a server passed by several times, muttering complaints to a coworker at the concession stand.

"These actresses are impossible. One splashed water on the floor because it had soda, and another did the same because it didn’t."

Hawk perked up as the server fetched a mop and bucket.

When she turned into a quiet hallway, Hawk followed.

The server entered the supply closet, and as she turned back around, she found Hawk, his wig and glasses intact, shutting the door behind him.

Her eyes widened, and she began to yell—until Hawk smoothly produced a $50 bill.

The sight of cash made her pause.

Hawk glanced at her name tag. "Lina, interested in making some money?"

Lina, unfazed, pulled a flat plastic bag from her pocket. Hiking up her skirt, she deadpanned, "Condoms only. Fifty bucks gets you three minutes. After that, it’s another fifty." ꞦåŊộВƐŜ

Hawk froze, caught entirely off guard. What the hell?

"No, no, not that!" he spluttered, taking a step back.

Lina frowned. "You’re not here for me?" she asked, clearly offended. "Quit wasting my time!"

Hawk quickly produced another $50 bill before she could escalate. "Not at all. I just need information. About Sarah Parker."

But Lina wasn’t swayed. "No way. I’d get fired."

Hawk sighed, pocketed the cash, and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Lina called after him. "What do you need exactly?"

Hawk stopped. "Let me know when Sarah Parker leaves. Another $50 when it’s done."

Lina hesitated, then snatched the cash. Hawk gave her a burner phone number for updates.

Grumbling, she left with her mop and bucket. At least this guy knows my worth, she thought smugly.

Back in his seat, Hawk nibbled on snacks, waiting.

Lina passed by once, muttering softly, "She’s still in the dressing room."

Hawk called Edward, instructing him to stay by the theater’s side door.

"There are about twenty reporters here," Edward reported. "I think most are waiting for Sarah and the other stars."

"Hold tight. Watch how things unfold," Hawk advised.

Backstage, as the event wound down, Sarah Parker sat in her dressing room while her assistant packed her belongings.

A knock at the door revealed a dashing man—Jason Lewis, a model-turned-actor. His chiseled face lit up with a smile as he greeted Sarah.

"I bought a new place in North Hollywood," he said, stepping closer. "Secluded and private. Want to come check it out?"

The two had been entangled since filming began, but Sarah hesitated. "There are too many reporters outside," she said.

Jason smirked, snapping his fingers. "I hired a new assistant. She’s about your size. We’ll dress her in your clothes and send her out in your car."

He chuckled. "No one notices me these days."

Sarah considered, then nodded. "Bring her in."

Lina, sensing something was up, kept an eye on the dressing room. A golden-haired man—Jason—entered with a woman.

When Sarah later emerged, escorted by her assistant, Lina noticed immediately: something didn’t add up.

Sarah’s "double" wore flats, while Sarah had arrived in heels. Years of janitorial work had sharpened Lina’s attention to detail, and she quickly pieced it together.

As the fan event ended, the audience began filing out, while actors and crew trickled toward the side door. Reporters snapped pictures of the departing stars.

A red Bentley pulled up, and Sarah—still in disguise—slipped into the car, shielded by her assistant and security. The reporters swarmed, tailing the Bentley as it drove off.

Edward, among the tailing vehicles, stopped at Hawk’s call and waited at an intersection.

The few remaining reporters loitered by the theater’s side door but soon gave up after seeing no notable exits.

Jason finally emerged from backstage, his car parked conspicuously at the main entrance. After confirming the coast was clear, he called Sarah.

She exited shortly after, dressed as an assistant in a brunette wig and plain clothes. The adrenaline of sneaking out unnoticed sent a thrill through her, leaving her giddy.

Unbeknownst to her, Lina followed at a distance, dragging her mop bucket along.

At the concession stand, Lina spotted Hawk chatting animatedly with a female cashier. She scowled. Another bimbo.

When Hawk saw Lina pointing discreetly toward Sarah, he sprang into action.

On his way out, he slipped another $50 into Lina’s hand.

Hawk crouched by the door, his phone camera peeking out, capturing Sarah as she climbed into a black Ford.

The poor lighting made the video grainy, but Hawk noted the license plate before calling Edward.

Moments later, Hawk hurried to his car. The black Ford was already on the move.

Sliding behind the wheel of his Mondeo, he set off, tailing Sarah and Jason.

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