5
He watched from the shadows outside the security gate of Dr. Ellis’s complex and smirked at the irony of standing on the public side of a fence, something he hadn’t done in a year. Neither of the men who left her condo was familiar to him. The sharp dresser carried a paper bag, got in his car, and quickly drove away. The other one, who strolled towards the front of the complex with his attention on his phone, had sat on the bench with Dr. Ellis where he knew she liked to eat lunch. That wasn’t right. Dr. Ellis should invite him to sit on the bench.
Being back in her office the previous night felt like coming home. He knew it was the place he needed to go first—where the system began to control him—the place where he met Dr. Ellis. She is the only one who understands me… in her presence
