Daniel stood over him, his chest heaving. “Start with your name.” The stranger swallowed hard, his hand still clutching his chest beneath his jacket. “Noah,” he whispered. “Noah Blake.” “Why have you been stalking my daughter?” Daniel demanded, pointing at the drenched plot. “Why are you leaving notes? Why did you steal a hospital wristband from the ICU where she died?”
Noah looked up at Daniel, shock and confusion washing over his pale face. “Stalking her? No… No, sir, you don’t understand! I never stalked her! I never even knew her name until six months ago!” “Then why were you watching her clinic in a blue van before she died?” Daniel snapped. “Why do you have her wristband?