She’d failed to uncover a solid lead on Ethan’s or Chip’s possible involvement with Lindsay’s stalkers. But Chip was the one who most likely had contact with them. This morning she wavered between ignoring her suspicions and her own type A personality that spurred her to investigate him further. The situation had her mind and stomach spinning with unanswered questions. Meghan waited outside Lindsay’s bedroom. Some mornings she wanted Meghan’s company, as though they were best friends. Other mornings she acted as though Meghan were the enemy. Today they were to go riding, another opportunity to observe Chip. An ear-piercing scream sent Meghan into her protectee’s room. Lindsay sat up in bed, face pale and eyes wide. She trembled and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Get them out of here.” Terror oozed from Lindsay’s eyes. “They’ll kill me.” “Who? Talk to me.” But Meghan understood exactly. Lindsay was hallucinating. “The purple monsters.” She pointed toward the closet.