She did not look back, didn't need the confirmation that nothing was there. The sound was all wrong anyway -- there was no weight behind the footsteps, like the impression of them rather than the reality. She tried not to think about what that meant, thought instead of Eliot growling, It's a very distinctive stride, which made her feel better.
"As long as they don't speed up or grow any closer, we're fine," Parker said, her voice low. "Whatever it is, we've got its interest, but it's not actually after us yet. Just keep walking. And talk about Ben -- does he play sports?"
It might've sounded like a random question, but she needed to know more about what sort of things Lisa's son was capable of.