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I engrave the name in my mind. I didn't lie when I said that I will have the PI look into him. But whether or not he's the culprit, I think I might still make him pay for what he said to her.
"You should come stay with me in the meantime," I say. "Until we figure this out."
"No," she shakes her head. "I can't do that."
"Please, just think about it. It would be safer. Do you not get that there is a possible maniac after you?"
"Yes, but... I don't feel comfortable with that." She shakes her head. "Also, I don’t want to get too dependent on you."
"Fine. Then I can just move here—"
"The answer is no," she says, looking me straight in the eye. "And if you insist, I'll leave."
The silence that follows echoes around the whole room. Everything in her body language shows she's telling the truth.
I can tell just from the set of her face that she won't be budged on this. She's in one of her indignant moods, so I table the conversation for another time.
In the meantime, I plan on doing the next best thing.
Turning this cottage into an impenetrable fortress.
Chapter Fifteen
Delilah
Itrynottothink about it anymore.
The note, that is. Oliver's PI is looking into it, but I'm almost convinced it's a prank because, for the next two weeks, I don't receive another one.
Oliver's PI also thinks the same.
"Ben doesn't think it's the Professor," Oliver tells me one night grudgingly, while we're having dinner. "He has no previous history of doing anything like this, the handwriting doesn't match, and he seems to have gotten back together with his ex."
"Oh," I say, then shake my head. "Wait, how did you get his handwriting?"
Oliver smiles a savage thing that doesn't reach his eyes. "I may have paid him a little visit."
I don't even have to ask. I have a feeling that the visit wasn't without conflict and threats on Oliver's end.
"Oli..." I sigh but don't finish the sentence.
He pauses in the middle of his meal and stares at me. That's when I realize I just called him the same thing Jane calls him.
But rather than angry, he's thoughtful at first, then his eyes darken. "I like it. I like when you call me that."
My heart races, and I try to hide my reaction by cutting up my steak. The silence for the next few seconds is deafening, but luckily, he lets it go.
"Besides," he says. "If it really is the professor, I guarantee he's too much of a wuss to try it again."
"What did you do to him?" I ask.
He shakes his head and gives me an innocent smile. "I think you'd rather not know."
I sigh again, but I take his word for it.
However, the lack of follow-up threats doesn't stop Oliver from fortifying my house more than Fort Knox, I imagine. One day, when I come home from work, I see him watching a group of men climbing on the roof.
I approach him doubtfully.
