Chapter 22
Beauty is revealed through the art of revision—whether one is revising a perfume, a dress . . . or life itself. –DB
1 November, 1940 - Los Angeles, California
“How do you know this man is following you? Maybe he lives around here.”
“I just know it, I can feel it…” Danielle’s voice trailed off. Even though it was dark in the hallway, the doubt in the police officer’s eyes was evident. His pencil hovered above his writing pad. “Has he done anything to you?”
“No, but his behavior is menacing,” she said. “Can’t you arrest him?”
The police officer raised his eyebrows. “Ma’am, there’s nothing we can do until a crime is committed. We’ll patrol your street, but we need more to go on. Be careful and have a good night.”
Exasperated, she slammed the door. This was the second time t
