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She nodded. Her fingers were shaking and she thrust the phone back at him as though it might burn her. “Yes. Where did you get this photo?”
“My agent saw this man following you today. Why?”
“Oh, God.”
She moved on weak legs into the lounge and sat down unsteadily.
“Who is he?”
She shook her head. “His name is Antonio. He’s… he’s someone from the past.”
“I beg to differ. He is following you now; today he followed you. He is in your present.”
“But he’s not allowed to,” she whispered. “I have a court order requiring him to keep his distance.”
Something foreign lodged in Layth’s chest. He crouched down on his haunches, and pressed a finger beneath Cassie’s chin, forcing her to look at him. “Start at the beginning.”
She wobbled her lip between her teeth, and finally nodded. “He’s just some guy I used to know. We, um, dated for a while.”
He swore softly under his breath. “You mean you slept with him.”
She nodded miserably. “It was two or three nights. Three. He’s a sports agent. He was meant to leave. But he didn’t.”
“He became obsessed with you.” That Layth could definitely understand.
She nodded again. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Your panic would say otherwise.”
Her blue eyes clouded over as they looked at him. “I’ve dealt with it. I’ll call my lawyer and tell him about this. In fact, if you send me the photo …”
“He has been dealt with.”
“What do you mean?”
He sighed heavily. “My security guards carry the same authority as police.”
“Not in London, surely.”
“No. But the Met has taken their advice with the same gravity as they would any other formally received report. This man was taken in after questioning here.”
“Questioning. Here? You mean he’s been in this building?”
“My agents occupy the downstairs suite.”
“Right. Of course. I guess they have to sleep somewhere.”
“Yes.” He stroked her hair. “This man will not bother you again.”
Cassie shook her head, trying to get some emotional clarity. “That’s why I was so upset by your guard. I’ve become very wary of anyone around me who doesn’t feel right.”
“How long did he do this for?”
“A month,” she whispered. “Before I realised. He got bold, and started confronting me. He’d turn up at really strange places. If I went to the movies, he’d be waiting for me afterwards. Or brunch with Mel.” She bit on her lip again. “I thought I’d dealt with this.”
“Men like him don’t listen easily.”
She swallowed, but there was an enormous lump in her throat. She knew only too well what men like Antonio were like. “I can’t believe he’s been following me again.”
