THIRTY-TWO
Vivian rocked back and forth on the sofa like a child who had no one to comfort her. Why did you have to go to her reading, why did you have to sleep with her, why did you have to give her your number? Why, why, why. The questions kept echoing over and over, louder and louder, until she thought her head would explode. Take it easy, she told herself. Calm down. He doesn't know where you live. All he has is a number. Yes, but it’s my number.
She knew she should call Bassett and Chen and tell them what happened. She should have done that immediately after the call. But she needed something else now, something that the police could not provide. Then she thought of Hannah. She stood, grabbed her purse and went out the door. When she got outside she looked down the street and saw Ha
