I slipped on a pair of latex gloves and went next door. A single book lay on the bed. The Nature of Hope. I opened the book, flipped to the title page, and saw something that made my blood run cold. He had been in her line. They had been face-to-face. And this was undeniable proof that if he wanted to get close to her, he could. Because on the first page, in black felt-tip script, was Whitney West’s signature.
