She was terrified. She told me there was a guy, a young pale guy, who kept sitting in a vehicle across the street, watching the entrance every time her shift ended.” Daniel felt a chill run down his spine. “A stalker?” “She said she saw him three or four times,” Caleb said. “I thought she was being paranoid. I told her it was probably just someone waiting for a patient.
I brushed it off, Mr. Harper. But… what if he was real? What if someone was following her before the crash?” Daniel barely remembered driving home from Caleb’s apartment. The horror of what Caleb had described consumed him. A stranger watching her. Was it possible that Emma’s death hadn’t been a random accident?