IT HAD BEEN A TIRING night as sleep suddenly decided to leave Gillian alone. Hailing cabs, one after few others, she directed the drivers to drop her off on some points until she reached the Four Seasons Hotel in Paris. Paying in cash, because transactions of credit and debit cards could be traced, she secured herself a suite. She cannot shake the feeling that she had completely fallen deep down the crevasses of the haunting paranoia. The feeling is same as if a specter is watching her every moves from the corners of her room. If Cayetano can obtain a condensed copy of her profile overnight, the chances that she is being watched or traced can also be a possibility. After hailing the first cab, she instructed the cab driver to drop her on the nearest convenience store with a special req

