Most people would have had a hard time keeping up with Lois when she was in full on investigative reporter mode. Luckily, Clark had long legs and plenty of experience at having to keep up with her, otherwise they would both be lost on this particular stakeout. With a quiet sigh, Clark quickly moved behind her, shooting apologetic smiles at the folks in passing that Lois had managed to irritate. "Really? People in this city? Rude?" Clark shook his head. "I hadn't noticed."
When Lois suddenly turned around, Clark nearly bowled her over out of his determination to keep up with her. Which would have been great. All this time of avoiding incoming traffic, both vehicle and pedestrian alike, and at the end it would have been him that did Lois in. He'd never live to tell the tale. "Left," Clark answered, "he went left." Clark looked ahead, attention focused on the corner of a building in their path. To anyone else, it would have looked like he was just distantly staring off into space. Really, though, Clark was looking through the walls, watching as their target sauntered toward one of the buildings on the opposite street. He was slowing down, but he seemed to be a lot more tense than before. They were definitely getting close.
"I think we're almost there," he told her. If they were smart about this, they'd be able to get every detail they needed without being seen at all. Lois could get her pictures and Clark could pick up on any important pieces of conversation they might need for further evidence. If the mayor really was up to something shady, they'd get their story, stay out of harms way, and expose him all at once. That was definitely a win in Clark's book.