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looked at Alette—"not a dilettante. She did this as a favor. We can’t turn her down.”
    “But, Walter—”
    “No, sir. This has to be unanimous. We’re either giving him my daughter’s painting or we don’t give him anything at all.”
    Alette said, “I like her painting very much. Let’s give it to the pastor.”
    Walter Manning smiled smugly and said, “He’s going to be very pleased with this.”
    On his way home that evening, Walter Manning was killed by a hit-and-run driver.
    When Alette heard the news, she was stunned.

Chapter Four
    A SHLEY Patterson was taking a hurried shower, late for work, when she heard the sound. A door opening? Closing? She turned off the shower, listening, her heart pounding. Silence. She stood there a moment, her body glistening with drops of water, then hurriedly dried herself and cautiously stepped into the bedroom. Everything appeared to be normal. It’s my stupid imagination again. I’ve got to get dressed. She walked over to her lingerie drawer, opened it and stared down at it, unbelievingly. Someone had gone through her undergarments. Her bras and pantyhose were all piled together. She always kept them neatly separated.
    Ashley suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Had he unzipped his pants, picked up her pantyhose and rubbed them against himself? Had he fantasized about raping her? Raping her and murdering her? She was finding it difficult to breathe. I should go to the police, but they would laugh at me.
    You want us to investigate this because you think someone got into your lingerie drawer?
    Someone has been following me.
    Have you seen who it is?
    No.
    Has anyone threatened you?
    No.
    Do you know why anyone would want to harm you?
    No.
    It’s no use, Ashley thought despairingly. I can’t go to the police. Those are the questions they would ask me, and I would look like a fool.
    She dressed as quickly as she could, suddenly eager to escape from the apartment. I’ll have to move. I’ll go somewhere where he can’t find me.
    But even as she thought it, she had the feeling that it was going to be impossible. He knows where I live, he knows where I work. And what do I know about him? Nothing.
    She refused to keep a gun in the apartment because she hated violence. But I need some protection now, Ashley thought. She went into the kitchen, picked up a steak knife, carried it to her bedroom and put it in the dresser drawer next to her bed.
    It’s possible that I mixed my lingerie up myself. That’s probably what happened. Or is it wishful thinking?
    There was an envelope in her mailbox in the downstairs entrance hall. The return address read “Bedford Area High School, Bedford, Pennsylvania.”
    Ashley read the invitation twice.
    Ten-Year Class Reunion!
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief. Have you often wondered how your classmates have fared during the last ten years? Here’s your chance to find out. The weekend of June 15th we’re going to have a spectacular get-together. Food, drinks, a great orchestra and dancing. Join the fun.
    Just mail the enclosed acceptance card so we’ll know you’re coming. Everyone looks forward to seeing you.
    Driving to work, Ashley thought about the invitation. “Everyone looks forward to seeing you.” Everyone except Jim Cleary, she thought bitterly.
    “I want to marry you. My uncle offered me a really good job in Chicago with his advertising agency… There’s a train leaving for Chicago at seven A.M. Will you come with me?”
    And she remembered the pain of desperately waiting at the station for Jim, believing in him, trusting him. He had changed his mind, and he had not been man enough to come and tell her. Instead, he had left her sitting in a train station, alone. Forget the invitation. I’m not going.
    Ashley had lunch with Shane Miller at TGI Friday’s. They sat in a booth, eating in silence.
    “You seem preoccupied,” Shane said.
    “Sorry.” Ashley hesitated a moment. She was tempted to tellhim about the lingerie,