Chapter 26

I had another bite of steak, followed by a sip of the wine. “Now that’sa good combination.”

“I’d have to agree,” Mike said as he followed suit.

We finished our dinner, and I put the dishes in the dishwasher while I cleaned the kitchen. I carried the bottle of Shiraz to the den, along with our glasses, and began to read my book.

Over breakfast the next morning, we discussed tactics vis-à-vis the stalker. “If he’s there today,” I said, “let’s sit quietly and watch him, just for the hell of it.”

“Okay.”