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was protecting me and got hurt because of it.” He seemed to feel the need to say the words aloud in order to process the facts.
    â€œYes.” Olivia nodded. “And that’s why after last night’s incident, we need your help. From this moment on, we’re going to need your thoughts and input. The gifts she’s sent you up to now haven’t been threatening in any way. However, it’s never a good thing to assume that just because the gifts are harmless, the sender doesn’t have some kind of ulterior motive, some expectations.” She tapped her lips. “And when you don’t meet those expectations, bad things will start happening.”
    â€œLike earlier.”
    She nodded. “Like earlier.”
    He sighed, then gave a low, humorless chuckle. “The thing is, I know this stuff. You’re not telling me anything new. I’m a clinical psychiatrist. I’ve worked with people who’ve had stalkers and I’ve worked with stalkers themselves. I’ve just never experienced it on quite this level of up close and personal.” He shook his head. “This is so twisted.”
    â€œAgreed, but in her mind, she’s showing you how much she cares. Your father was right to be concerned.”
    â€œSo you hired someone behind my back?” Olivia heard the undercurrent of steely anger.
    â€œYour mother had a stalker.”
    Those five words from his father silenced him. Olivia looked up to see Bruce staring at the floor. His pale face and still stature captured her attention.
    â€œWhat?”
    Bruce looked up at his son’s quiet question and gave a small shrug. “She had a stalker. Right before she was killed.”
    â€œWho?”
    â€œThe cops were never able to prove it, but I suspect it wasthe woman who sent her letters for over a year, calling your mother all kinds of horrible names, accusing her of stealing her husband’s love and warning her to back off and disappear. Your mother was concerned, of course, but was convinced it would all blow over. I was scared to death.”
    â€œWith good reason, it sounds like,” Olivia murmured.
    â€œYes. And so when I saw the gifts and Wade finally told me about the calls he’s been getting at the station, I didn’t want to waste any time making sure someone was watching his back.”
    â€œWhen was your wife killed?”
    â€œMay 2, 1985.”
    Her gaze flew to Wade. “You couldn’t have been more than a toddler.”
    â€œI was two.”
    â€œI’m so sorry.”
    â€œRegardless,” Bruce said, “I could see history repeating itself, and as long as there’s breath in me to do something to prevent it, I’ll do it.”
    Wade studied his father, and Olivia could see the muscle jumping in Wade’s jaw. Understanding mixed with anger roiled in his eyes.
    â€œFor some reason she’s been content to admire from a distance, send harmless gifts, be anonymous,” Olivia said.
    â€œBut all that changed this morning,” Wade murmured.
    â€œExactly. But what triggered that?”
    Wade sank back onto the bed. “I did.”
    â€œHow?”
    His gaze bounced between her and his father. “On the show. I mentioned the gifts. I said I appreciated them, but they really needed to stop, that I wasn’t interested in an anonymous admirer. I said I had thrown away all of the gifts and would do so with any future gifts, so she might as well stop.”
    Olivia closed her eyes and let out a pained groan. “Oh no.”
    â€œSon . . . ,” his father breathed.
    Wade set his jaw. “Look, like I said, I’ve worked with these people. Sometimes when they’re confronted and told to back off, they do. Sometimes they don’t and they escalate.” He scratched his chin. “This person involved Amy. She sent her a jersey. The cops won’t do anything because there’s been no overt threat. They