‘You know, you can get whacked like anybody else. Like Eddie, like Susan, like Jane, like Jimmy Davila. Gault’s fixed on you, goddam it. And he’s probably the worst killer in this friggin’ century.’ He paused, watching me. ‘Are you listening?’

I lifted my eyes to his. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I’m listening. I’m hearing every word.’

‘You got to leave for Lucy’s sake, too. She can’t come see you here ever. And if something happens to you, just what do you think is going to happen to her?’

I shut my eyes. I loved my home. I had worked so hard for it. I had labored intensely and tried to be a good businesswoman. What Wesley had predicted was happening. Protection was to be at the expense of who I was and all that I had.

‘So I’m supposed to move somewhere and spend my savings?’ I asked. ‘I’m supposed to just give all of this up?’ I swept my hand around the room. ‘I’m supposed to give that monster that much power?’

‘You can’t drive your ride, either,’ he went on, thinking aloud. ‘You got to drive something he won’t recognize. You can take my truck, if you want.’

‘Hell no,’ I said.

Marino looked hurt. ‘It’s a big thing for me to let someone use my truck. I never let anybody.’

‘That’s not it. I want my life. I want to feel Lucy is safe. I want to live in my house and drive my car.’

He got up and brought me his handkerchief.

‘I’m not crying,’ I said.

‘You’re about to.’

‘No, I’m not.’

‘You want a drink?’ he asked.

‘Scotch.’

‘I think I’ll have a little bourbon.’

‘You can’t. You’re driving.’

‘No, I’m not,’ he said as he stepped behind the bar. ‘I’m camping on your couch.’

Close to midnight, I carried in a pillow and blanket and helped him get settled. He could have slept in a guest room, but he wanted to be right where he was with the fire turned low.

I retreated upstairs and read until my eyes would no longer focus. I was grateful Marino was in my house. I did not know when I had ever been this frightened. So far Gault had always gotten his way.

So far he had not failed in a single evil task he had set out to accomplish. If he wanted me to die, I had no confidence I could evade him. If he wanted Lucy to die, I believed that would happen, too.