Somebody was following her. Tricia was sure of it. She’d found another note again. This time she was sure she hadn’t picked it up anywhere. She definitely hadn’t dropped it by mistake and then forgotten about it.

Someone had put it there. Someone had come into her apartment, into her personal space, at 3am in the morning and put the little pink paper on her pillow.


Tricia was starting to get frightened.

Someone was doing this to her. Someone was ruining her life on purpose and no one believed her.

She’d called Detective Terrence the minute she found the note on her bed. But he wasn’t interested in anything she had to say. He seemed to have developed an intense hate for anyone named Wilson, lately.

He even went as far as to suggest that she had written the note to herself. He claimed she wrote the note, put it in her bed, and then reported it so that the police would remove her as a suspect in the investigation.

It was the most ridiculous thing Tricia had ever heard.

She was genuinely scared now, not to mention miserable. Tricia’s friends were the daughters of important, powerful men like her father. Hanging around a murder suspect wasn’t exactly good publicity, so they stayed away.

She was all alone.

“No daddy, I don’t want to move back home!” Trish yelled stubbornly. She might feel lonely but nothing in the world would make her move back into the Wilson mansion. “I had to beg you for six months to give me this apartment; I’m not giving it up!”

Her father sighed tiredly. He was used to his daughter’s temper tantrums. William freely admitted that Tricia was spoilt, but she was his little girl. He’d be damned if he didn’t give her everything in his power to give her.

“Honey,” he pleaded, “all I’m saying is that I don’t want you to be alone there. I don’t think you appreciate the gravity of this situation! Now I’m getting you a body guard whether you like it or not. And that’s final!”


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