Thirty
Before Sam’s well-behaved departure last night, he did a thorough, reassuring check of my apartment and made me pinkie-promise that I’d tell Dad as soon as he gets home from his trip. And I have to tell Gabe and Lainie and even Bryony immediately—they all need to lock themselves down too. If Rob is cyberstalking me and clearly isn’t beyond breaking the law to get what he wants, there’s no telling where he draws the line. If Rob even knows anything about drawing lines. He probably hires thugs to do that sort of thing for him.
Jane Bond, a.k.a., Christina, is due at the new house at 2:00 p.m. to help me “get off the grid,” as Aunt Monica would say. She was all too happy to talk about all the stuff she could do to make me safer online, and some of it sounded expensive. As she talked,
