I sigh and look up at Alexandre, knowing full well that he's not going to drop the subject now that he has sunk his teeth into it like a damn pit bull chewing a steak.
"Two years ago, he was working at my book signing. He seemed shy and starstruck. I thought he was harmless, but . . ."
Eyes closed, I purse my quivering lips together to still their movement.
"Continue," says Mike, "what did he do?"
"He started showing up at the public social events I was attending."
"As part of the security detail?" Mike asks.
"No, he'd just wander in, and not long after, the emails started. Then, he somehow found out my home address and started sending me love letters and flowers."
"When did he get physical with you and hurt you, ma belle?"
"Not until after a reading I was conducting to promote my
