Chapter Thirty-Two
Gina was surprised to find Nicholas at home. She heard the tap of keys as he worked at his computer and finding his lack of conversation boring, she checked to see which of his neighbours were home.
“I’m not. You’re wrong, Nancy,” a woman said.
“What’s your definition of a stalker?”
“Some creepy guy with a pair of binoculars.”
“Try again, Audrey.” There was a flicker of paper. “Exhibit A. Do you recognise this? It’s called a dictionary.”
“I’m not stalking him,” Audrey said. “I don’t even own a pair of binoculars.”
“You leave for work when you hear him leave his apartment. You’ve taken a split shift so you can be home during the day when he comes home for an hour or two. You leave again when he does even if it’s not time for you to start work. That’s stalking,” Nan
