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bet he was former military, police,
or both.
    He extended his hand. “I’m Shawn Randall from
Sonoran Security. How can I be of assistance?”
    Morgan stepped forward and shook it. “Morgan
Kennedy. I’m glad to meet you.”
    A small smirk broke on his lips and the irony
of what she had said hit her. He took her hand. Attraction and
nervousness sent an adrenaline surge coursing through her. She
searched his eyes, hoping for an indication he had the same
reaction, but he regarded her with calm scrutiny.
    I’m being studied like some insect. She pulled back and crossed her arms defensively. Taking a shaky
breath, she wondered what she should say next. Just give him the
facts.
    She willed herself to stay calm as she
explained, “I’ve got a stalker. I don’t know who he is, but this
morning he vandalized my car. This afternoon, he sent flowers to my
home as an apology. The police haven’t been terribly encouraging. I
don’t know what to do.”
    There. She said it. A short, simple, direct
reply. Morgan blinked as she fought to hold back the tears.
    “Okay, let’s start from the beginning.” His
voice possessed a patient polite tone which echoed the policeman’s
conversation earlier today.
    Morgan gestured for Shawn to sit in a nearby
chair, and she sat opposite him on the sofa. She took a deep breath
and began to recount the activities in detail. Shawn listened. Only
when she detailed her car’s vandalism did he stop her.
    “What did he take?”
    Morgan stopped and tucked a strand of her
hair behind her ear. “He stole some clothes out of my gym bag.”
    “What kind of clothing?”
    She pondered how to phrase her answer. Exactly how do you tell someone you met less than five minutes
ago a stalker took your bra and panties?
    “Did he take lingerie?” Shawn asked.
    Morgan gulped and heat flushed her face.
“Yes. He took my bra and panties.”
    Shawn nodded and sat back from the edge of
his chair. “So, he has a souvenir.”
    Morgan snorted a laugh, “That’s an odd way to
phrase it.”
    Shawn grinned. “Yeah, I know. But you have to
remember today he talked to you. He made personal contact, and
although taking your clothes is the type of thing which will freak
you out, it’s a trophy to him. What did the police say?”
    “Not much, because I can’t identify this guy.
Unless they get a fingerprint match, I’m out of luck. Do you have
any suggestions? At this point, I don’t feel safe.”
    “Good,” Shawn replied.
    “Excuse me?” Morgan couldn’t keep the
incredulous tone out of her voice.
    “Trust your instincts on this. You’re not
safe.”
    Morgan glanced over at Stella, whose
expression mirrored Morgan’s shock. She turned back at Shawn. “This
is crazy. How can I make him go away?”
    “When he’s caught, or when he moves on to a
new victim.”
    Victim . The word pinged through her
mind and made her feel uneasy. She managed a retail store, staff,
and one of the largest fundraisers in the metropolitan area. She
helped victims, Morgan never thought she’d be one.
    Shawn leaned forward, and Morgan detected
sympathy in his demeanor and voice. “I don’t want to add fuel to
the fire but here’s how it goes. You didn’t know until today, but
you’ve had a stalker for some time. He’s followed you, knows your
routine, what you do, and where you live. I’ve worked in the
personal security business for a number of years. It happens to
celebrities often. Most of their fans are harmless, but
occasionally, they get stalkers too.”
    “Well, I’m no movie star. Why me?”
    “If I had the answer to that question, I’d be
rich. We aren’t dealing with a normal person here. Thanks to the
fundraiser’s publicity, he’s fixated on you. In fact, not being a
celebrity has worked to your disadvantage. He’s had an easy time
tracking you.”
    Morgan glanced over at Stella and caught her
friend’s alarmed expression. “How do I stop him?”
    “You start taking precautions. I have a few
ground