The woman who walked into the garage was not a stranger.
Adam recognized her the moment she stepped through the door. Rachel. The survivor from the blackmail case years ago. The one who had been threatened by Tyler, the young apprentice. She looked different now – older, harder, her eyes carrying a weight that hadn't been there before.
“Rachel,” he said.
“You remember me.”
“Of course. Sit down.”
She sat on the stool by the tool bench, her hands clasped in her lap. She was trembling.
“I need your help,” she said. “I don't know who else to turn to.”
“What's happened?”
“Someone is following me. Watching me. Leaving notes. I thought it was over after Tyler went to prison. But it's starting again.”
“What kind of notes?”
She pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it
