Vs. scent

"Well..." She hesitated for aa moment, as if deciding which question to voice. "You said you knew I hadn't gone into the bookstore, and that I had gone south. I was just wondering how you knew that."
	I glared out the windshield. Here was another question that revealed nothing on her part, and too much on mine.
	"I thought we were past all the evasiveness," she said, her tone critical and disappointed.
	How ironic. She was relentlessly evasive, without even trying.
	Well, she wanted me to be direct. And this conversation wasn't going anywhere good, regardless.
	"Fine, then," I said. "I followed your scent."