Val
The next few days, Janus had been occupied. He had been discreetly contacting detectives - private investigators? - while he tried to keep away from me as much as possible. I was, after all, the bait. Whoever had been stalking me must feel safe enough to strike again.
Somehow, I felt guilty that we focused more on finding my stalker. The hunt for dad’s killer had already somehow died down. Would I want to know if someone had paid them off? Or was there really no lead for them to follow?
“You have me on speed dial. That’s good. But who else can you call anytime?” he had asked, standing behind me as I placed notebooks on my study table. I liked stacking them neatly, one on top of the other, even if I didn’t need all of them for an online class session.
“Rafael,” I said, not turnin
