The stranger’s eyes were sharp enough to cut glass. He shut the door behind him and spoke like he had been carrying the words for hours.
“She knows.”
My stomach tightened. “Who?”
He looked between me and George. “Someone who has been watching you. Someone who is not going to stop.”
Jessie shifted on the couch. “Is this about that guy at the rink?”
The stranger’s gaze snapped to her. “You saw him?”
Jessie’s voice trembled. “Yeah. He took my phone. Said if I called Cassandra, he’d give it back.”
The man nodded once, like that confirmed something he already suspected. “That was your warning.”
“Warning for what?” I asked, my voice sharper than I meant.
“That if you step on the ice again, you’re going to get hurt.”
George pushed off the doorframe, wincing slightly from his ribs. “She
