Their sweet scent, a smell she’d once loved, was cloying. She felt her stomach lurch again, and she swallowed back the urge to hurl on her wood floors. “Remember,” Brady said from right behind her. “Don’t touch anything. Rossi will want to see the scene just as we found it.” She followed the trail inside. Though Brady had told her what to expect, she gasped and jerked back from the red votive candles in small glass holders burning on almost every surface in her living room. They’d obviously been lit for some time as many of the wicks had been swallowed by melted wax that extinguished the flame. On the sofa sat a large poster board covered with photographs. Photos of her engaging in her daily activities. At work in the resource room. On the MAX. At the theater. The gym. The grocery store. Pharmacy. On and on. Her every movement. Her stalker had been close to her. So close. All this time. She shivered and couldn’t stem the tears that had been threatening for days.
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