Isabella turned the corner in apprehension; had the foot steps she heard behind her simply been someone passing by? Or was there someone following her? She tightened her grip on her Louis Vuitton clutch and starting walking a bit faster. She kept hearing them, steady, seemingly in pace with hers. Finally she stopped and just listened. No more footsteps. She gazed behind her, pretending to see if she had dropped something- that’s when she saw him…