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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
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  58. FROM THE AUTHOR
  59. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  60. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Frankie stared at her own phone on the coffee table in front of her. It felt like the enemy now. Her security consultant had confirmed Frost’s suspicions. She’d been hacked. For months, her phone had been a two-way street, exposing her entire life to the Night Bird. She had a new phone now, but that didn’t change the horror she felt. The violation.

He knew everything about her. Every person she’d met. Every e-mail or message she’d sent or received. He’d been listening as she took every patient down into their deepest fears and then back up into the sunlight. He’d been a spy on the most private conversations anyone could have.

How could she tell them?

She burned with shame. He’d spied on her personal life, as well as her professional life. She thought about the time in February when she and Jason had reconnected after months of remoteness. Pam had been away. The apartment was theirs. He’d made love to her with a ferocity they hadn’t experienced in years, and she’d found herself losing control in his arms. The connection hadn’t lasted. They were like strangers again, but they still had that one intimate night together.

Except now, she knew, it hadn’t been just the two of them in the bedroom. He’d been there, too. He’d heard the fights. The arguments. The confessions. The grief. The loneliness. Nothing had been private.

Frankie tried to put it out of her head. She couldn’t think about it now. She concentrated on the videos that Todd had given her. Everywhere he’d gone, he’d captured the faces. She’d watched two hours already, and she still had hours more to review. He’d told her that he hadn’t seen any of the women who’d died. Their paths hadn’t crossed. And yet Frankie had other reasons to watch.

Todd was missing time. Just like Christie Parke and Brynn Lansing. He claimed to have had visions of torture and then to have awakened on the streets in the industrial area known as Dogpatch. The most likely explanation was that he’d been abducted and drugged, like the women. If that was true, then somewhere in his travels around the city, Todd must have met the Night Bird.

Unless he was the Night Bird himself.