Chapter 68

"A few years ago, I guess it wasn’t long after Kat left the station," Rita said, "I had a stalker."

"You did?" Kat said, concern in her voice.

"Yeah," she said. "I mean, it wasn’t a huge deal, but it escalated, and the security people at the station had to put me kind of on lockdown. They never found the guy, and one day it just stopped. After a while, I never thought about it again until, well, the flowers."

"I’m going to check the footage, okay?" I said, trying to take control. "We’re going to figure this out."

It was easy to zero in on the flower delivery. The content was the difficult part. A silver Toyota Camry had pulled into the driveway about thirty minutes earlier. It had no front license plate. The driver got out and walked straight to the security camera’s perch near the front door. He -- I presumed it was he -- waved. We couldn’t tell who he was. He wore hospital scrubs, a hair