“You went to his house?” Kate asked, her brows raised. “I’ve never even been there.”

“Yeah. I told him I could only meet at night. I wanted to get a look around.”

“Oh-kay.”

“Someone vandalized his car while I was there, and he left me alone, which gave me the chance to snoop around.”

Kate leaned forward with a furrowed brow. “You searched his house?”

“Don’t worry. Gordon will never find out. The important thing is what I found.”

“What was it?” Kate asked, her voice almost a whisper.

Blaire tapped the photo icon on her phone and handed the device to Kate. “This.”

Kate took it from her, and all the color drained from her face. “What is this?” she breathed.

“Pictures of you.”

Kate’s hand flew to her mouth. “He’s been following me around?” She flicked through the images. “These were taken in the summer. I’m wearing a sleeveless top here. And this one is just a few weeks ago. He’s been doing this for months . . .”

“There were hundreds of photos in a file. I only had time to take pictures of a few. He’s got all kinds of equipment too, cameras, telephoto lenses . . .” Blaire wished she’d been able to look through all of it.

Kate handed the phone back to Blaire. “How could I not have noticed him following me around? Am I really that unobservant?”

Blaire patted her hand. “He could have been really far away, with the equipment he has.”

Kate shook her head. “Still, I never noticed someone watching me . . . Do you think he’s the one? Could he have killed my mother?” Her breath was ragged, and her hands were shaking.

“I don’t know. He’s obviously still obsessed with you, but I don’t see why he’d want to hurt Lily. Could he have been stealing money from the trust?”

Kate shook her head. “No, he doesn’t have enough control of it on his own. Besides, he doesn’t need it. His family is very well off.” She shuddered. “This is like that crazy project he did years ago. The one I told you about.”

“I think you’d better tell Anderson about it too.”

As if she’d conjured him by saying his name, the detective walked into the kitchen through the swinging door. He nodded at Blaire and then turned to Kate.

“The email disappeared from our computer as well, but we did download the audio file before it disappeared.”

Kate was shredding a napkin in her lap. “That horrible voice. And the chorus—dead is the doctor.” She looked at the detective. “How could it just disappear?”

“There are services that allow you to send self-destructing emails. Our tech department will contact your email provider to see if the email can be found on their server. This is the email for your foundation, correct?”