“We need a plan. Some kind of way to prove that he’s the one doing all this. Making our lives a living hell.”

“Maybe we can bait him?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter. “It might be dangerous, but it could be the only shot we have at ending this before he does something even more unhinged.”

“Bait him how? I’m not doing anything that puts you in danger.”

I shook my head, my hand on the door handle. It was beginning to feel stuffy inside the car. “No, but maybe I can call him. We can record the conversation, try to get him to admit to stalking me.” I took a deep breath and pulled on the door handle. “But let’s talk about it outside. I’m getting claustrophobic.”

We got out of the car, the scent of dirt and wood drifting over from a construction site across the street, where the skeleton of another cabin was beginning to form. Jake got our bags from the back of the car and walked with me to the front of the cabin, the door painted a bright blue. There were a couple of potted ferns hanging from the awning that seemed slightly singed at the tips of their leaves. A ”welcome home” wreath hung on the door, a couple of spiders having decided to do just that and set up their webs in the fake leaves.

“Do you think talking to him might just make him more unpredictable?” Jake asked as I unlocked the door with the code I was given.

“Maybe,” I said with a shrug. “But I’m running out of options here. Then there’s the possibility that it’s not Robby. Maybe it was his parents who set up cameras in there? Or maybe my stalker beat us to the cabin before we did and installed the cameras.” Frustration bubbled up inside me, mixing with the already toxic oil spill of fear that coated my gut.

I opened the door and stepped inside, thankful to not have a line of trees at my back.