Chapter 11How Long Has This Been Going On?
I stared at the calendar on my desk.
It was a little more than a week since the last time Mark Vincent had broken into my house. Had he lost interest?
If he had, that was good. The last thing I needed—or wanted—was someone going in and out of my house as if there was a revolving door there instead of a top-notch security system.
Twice, now, that I was aware of, he had done that, with an ease I would have considered laughable if this wasn’t happening to me. I’d had my place swept after the first time, but he hadn’t left anything behind beyond the handcuffs and the note and that handkerchief.
I’d intended to shred the note and return the cuffs and the laundered handkerchief to him, but the opportunity hadn’t arisen, and they were all still in t
