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with difficulty.
    “If you hadn’t gotten me out of there, you wouldn’t have gotten caught.”
    Riley squeezed Marie’s hand gently.
    “Marie, I was just doing my job. You can’t go feeling guilty about something that wasn’t your fault. You’ve got too much to deal with as it is.”
    Marie nodded, acknowledging her.
    “Just getting out of bed every day is a challenge,” she admitted. “I guess you noticed how dark I keep everything. Any bright light reminds me of that torch of his. I can’t even watch television, or listen to music. I’m scared that someone might sneak up on me and I’ll not hear it. Any noise at all puts me in a panic.” 
    Marie began to weep quietly.
    I’ll never look at the world in the same way. Never. There’s evil out there, all around us. I had no idea. People are capable of such horrible things. I don’t know how I’ll ever trust people again.”
    As Marie cried, Riley wanted to reassure her, to tell her she was wrong. But a part of Riley was not so sure she was.
    Finally, Marie looked at her.
    “Why did you come here today?” she asked, point-blank.
    Riley was caught off guard by Marie’s directness—and by the fact that she didn’t really know herself.
    “I don’t know,” she said. “I just wanted to visit you. See how you are doing.”
    “There’s something else,” Marie said, narrowing her eyes with an uncanny perception.
    Maybe she was right, Riley thought. Riley thought of Bill’s visit, and she realized she had, indeed, come here because of the new case. What was it she wanted from Marie? Advice? Permission? Encouragement? Reassurance? A part of her wanted Marie to tell her she was crazy, so she could rest easy and forget about Bill. But maybe another part wanted Marie to urge her to do it.
    Finally, Riley sighed.
    “There’s a new case,” she said. “Well, not a new case. But an old case that never went away.”
    Marie’s expression grew taut and severe.
    Riley gulped.
    “And you’ve come to ask if you should do it?” Marie asked.
    Riley shrugged. But she also looked up and searched Marie’s eyes for reassurance, encouragement. And in that moment she realized that was exactly what she had come here hoping to find.
    But to her disappointment, Marie lowered her eyes and slowly shook her head. Riley kept waiting for an answer, but instead there followed an endless silence. Riley sensed that some special fear was working its way inside Marie.
    In the silence, Riley looked around the apartment, and her eyes fell upon Marie’s landline phone. She was surprised to see it was disconnected from the wall.
    “What’s the matter with your phone?” Riley asked.
    Marie looked positively stricken, and Riley realized she had hit a real nerve.
    “He keeps calling me,” Marie said, in an almost inaudible whisper.
    “Who?”
    “Peterson.”
    Riley’s heart jumped up into her throat.
    “Peterson is dead,” Riley replied, her voice shaky. “I torched the place. They found his body.”
     Marie shook her head.
    “It could have been anyone they found. It wasn’t him.”
     Riley felt a flush of panic. Her own worst fears were being brought back.
    “Everybody says it was,” Riley said.
    “And you really believe that?”
    Riley didn’t know what to say. Now was no time to confide her own fears. After all, Marie was probably being delusional. But how could Riley convince her of something that she didn’t altogether believe herself?
    “He keeps calling,” Marie said again. “He calls and breathes and hangs up. I know it’s him. He’s alive. He’s still stalking me.”
    Riley felt a cold, creeping dread.
    “It’s probably just an obscene phone caller,” she said, pretending to be calm. “But I can get the Bureau to check it out anyway. I can get them to send out a surveillance car if you’re scared. They’ll trace the calls.”
    “No!” Marie said sharply. “No!”
    Riley stared back, puzzled.
    “Why not?” she asked.
    “I don’t want to