Sadie’s POV
Friday, he was waiting in the university parking lot.
Not in the SUV. In a different car – a dark grey sedan, nondescript, the kind of vehicle that could belong to any middle-aged professor. He was leaning against the hood with his arms crossed, and when I walked out of the building at six o'clock, he straightened immediately, like a dog that had heard its owner's footsteps.
I stopped walking. "You said you'd back off."
"I am backed off."
"You're in my parking lot."
"This is a public parking lot."
"You know what I mean."
He pushed off the car and walked toward me, and I noticed that he was moving slowly – deliberately slowly, as if he'd calculated the exact speed that would be approachable rather than aggressive. It was so controlled, so measured, that it was almost mo
