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time she talks about what happened with Carol.” He quickly filled the man in on Carol’s phone call that day. “She’s also saying next time could be worse.” He finished his beer, so furious he stopped short of throwing the bottle against the wall. “I can’t believe there still aren’t any clues about her identity. She knows everything there is to know about me and we know shit about her!”
    “What can I say, she’s one smart lady,” Kevin admitted. “She uses a different burner cell phone every time she calls. Investigation shows the phones are always paid for with cash in drugstores. She manages to never leave any fingerprints in your house, and no matter how many times you’ve changed the locks and beefed up security, she’s always been able to waltz right in. Every order of flowers she’s sent out has been paid in cash, and no one can agree on what she looks like, so that tells us she’s using disguises. So far, the description reads a tall or short redhead or blond with gray or blue eyes who wears glasses or not. One said she had a thick Southern accent; another said she sounded European, but he couldn’t even guess from what country.
    “How can we catch someone who’s doing such a good job at hiding her identity? Stalkers usually don’t care if you know who they are because they believe their love for you is pure. She’s not fitting any of the usual patterns, as if she knows what we’ll look for and changes at the last second. This is one smart bitch, Josh. She’s not going to make it easy for us, because she’s having too much fun playing games.”
    Josh looked over his mail, grateful nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
    “I wonder why she doesn’t talk to me directly. It’s always done through the phone, where she disguises her voice, or through the mail. And nothing that can be traced.”
    The detective easily read his frustration. “Yeah, I’m not too happy about all this, either. Tell you what, I’ll pick the tape up tonight on my way home. That way, I can get it over to the lab first thing in the morning and see if we can get anything this time.”
    “You really believe that?”
    “No, but hell, I’m one of those optimistic types.”
    “Probably a good thing someone is,” Josh muttered, after he hung the phone up.

Chapter Three
    “Good morning, Doc. I thought I’d make your day by letting you know that I’m a man who’s only too happy to admit when he’s wrong. And I’m ready to pay up.”
    Lauren shifted the phone receiver to her other ear as she worked to contain her smile at the sound of Josh’s voice. It wasn’t easy when she had to gaze at the surly expression of the young woman barely out of her teens Lauren had the misfortune to call her secretary. She stood in front of Lauren with a handful of papers scrunched against her hip as she rudely tapped her foot against the tile floor. Lauren wasn’t sure which was worse—her toe-tapping echoing on the linoleum, the frizz of blond hair that haloed her anorectic features and heavily made-up eyes, or her jaw snapping that damn gum Lauren would love to claw out of her fuchsia-glossed mouth.
    “Don’t tell me that Ms. Warner decided she may have made a mistake about poor old Cal after all,” she said smoothly, holding out her hand to her secretary. The crumpled papers were rudely slapped in her outstretched palm.
    “Something tells me you’re not alone.”
    “That’s correct.” She winced as she read the reports and found a number of misspelled words and not one of them more than a few letters long. She picked up her pen and circled the words. “How about I go over that report to refresh my memory and get back to you later?”
    “I’ll be here for another ten minutes.” He hung up without saying good-bye.
    Lauren looked up. “Sophie, the computer program you use has a spell-check program. If you don’t care to use that, I’m sure there’s more than one dictionary you can find online.” As long as you