“Well, well, well. Fancy meeting you here.” I was surprised by her aggressive tone. It was the exact opposite of how she’d come across in the library. “I was a little surprised to see you here, too,” I said. “Oh. Were you?” she said, tilting her head to the side, studying me. “I’m not sure I believe that.” “Excuse me?” “I think it’s become pretty clear that you are stalking me,” Helen declared. “What are you talking about?” “Running into me at the library the other day?” she said, raising an eyebrow at me. “Now here? At the recycling plant of all places. Did you think I wouldn’t see you?” She shook her head. “Please.” I started to say something, stopped, took a deep breath, then started again. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.
