Chapter 26Walking back to my apartment, I was far from mindful of what was happening around me. I was thinking of my cousin, Michelle. I had not seen or heard from her since we were kids. I had heard, however, that she worked in the Museum of Natural History in Brussels. She was a forensic anthropologist, apparently. I had decided that she would be the person who could benefit most from receiving an allowance from the trust I wanted executed in Michelle’s favor should anything happen to me. I didn’t want to die, as I said to James that afternoon, yet my instincts and a nagging premonition had been sounding a loud tocsin in my mind all day. Lost in reminiscences and foreboding thoughts, I didn’t notice that someone was following me some distance away. The man didn’t need to tail his prey cl
