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Calgary.”
    My skin crawled at the thought.  “Maybe he was just some nutso stalker, and it has nothing to do with your case at all,” I said.  “But that still doesn’t explain why he would lure me here instead of just snatching me in Silverside.  And anyway, that brings us back to... how did he find out who I am?”
    “Think back,” Kane urged.  “Was your name ever mentioned in his presence?  Could he have asked somebody your name and looked you up?  You said you hadn’t completed all your address changes yet.”
    That rang a faint bell.  I sat still, trying to sneak up on the thought.  Who had I discussed address changes with recently?
    “No.  Crap.  Not that I can think of.  The only place I’ve given my name and address recently was at the Silverside Hospital, and they wouldn’t give that record out to anybody.”
    “You saw Ramos for the first time around twelve thirty on Thursday.  You were admitted to the hospital on Thursday afternoon, correct?”
    I nodded and Kane continued his analysis.  “Ramos must have discovered your name and address sometime between Thursday afternoon and early Friday morning, because he left Silverside around eight AM Friday morning.  That’s when we started following him.”  He shook his head.  “The hospital records are still the most likely source of his information.  Records confidentiality wouldn’t stop a spy.”
    “Oh!”  I bolted upright.  Kane and Webb both sat up fast.
    “What?” Kane snapped.
    “You’re right, it had to be the hospital records!  I just remembered the Silverside hospital had my Calgary address.  They took it off my driver’s license, and I forgot to tell them it had changed.”
    Kane relaxed back into his chair.  “Okay, so now we know when and how.  Which leaves us with why.  Think.  Did he do or say anything to give you a clue?”
    My guilty conscience twinged again.  I hate lying.  The few times I’ve told white lies, the consequences turned out to be worse than if I’d told the awkward truth in the first place.
    Well, too late now.  I took a deep breath.
    “Like I said earlier, I was pretty confused.  It might help to talk to the paramedic who attended me, though.  Maybe he saw or heard something.”
    Or more likely, he’d look at me like I was crazy and ask what man I was talking about.
    “Do you know the name of the paramedic?” Kane asked.
    “No, I haven’t got a clue, but he shouldn’t be hard to track down in a town that size.  I’d like to talk to him, too.  Just to find out what really happened.”
    Kane eyed me, apparently considering.  “I think that’s a good idea.  Can you be ready to leave for Silverside tomorrow morning?  Your car won’t be released yet, but we’re going up anyway, so you can ride with us.”
    “Okay, that sounds fine,” I lied again.
    Two hours of driving, cooped up in a car with strangers.  Not fine.
    “We’ll pick you up at your house at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.  If you think of anything else in the mean time, please give me a call.”  He scribbled a phone number on one of his notebook pages and tore it out to hand it to me.
    “Um... do you think I should be concerned about staying at the house tonight?”
    Kane regarded me solemnly.  “If you feel uncomfortable, by all means go and stay with a friend, or have someone stay with you.  If you see or hear anything that makes you nervous, call the city police non-emergency line, and if you feel you’re in danger, call 911 immediately.  Don’t hesitate.  Better to have a false alarm than to not call in something potentially serious.”
    “Okay, thanks,” I replied, not significantly reassured.  He hadn’t exactly answered my question.
    “One more thing,” he added.  “Since we’re not sure whether there’s a connection between our investigation and your run-in with Ramos, please don’t mention details to anyone.  If you have to discuss it, you can tell people that you were