Claire quickly glanced over her shoulder as though half expecting someone to jump out of the bush and try to grab her to drag her off to a cell somewhere. She quickly scanned the area for any kind of traffic cameras or any camera in general that could be used to track her movements.

She turned back to Chuck's door, lifting her head as she knocked and then waited for an answer. As she did so, she bit her lip and glanced around once more while clutching her purse a little closer to her side.

Maybe she should have worn something with a hood to cover her curls.