on her legs, a nervous gesture he didn’t think she was aware of.
“I showed him what notes I had kept. He told me to keep them all, and any I got from now on, in a box. And he gave me a notebook and showed me how to keep track of everything that the Watcher did.”
He reached over and grabbed her hands so she would stop the rubbing. “The Watcher?”
“Yeah, that’s what I call him. I’ve kept everything since Detective Johnson showed me what to do.”
“And did he do anything with it? Did it go any further?”
“Unfortunately, he died of a heart attack the next day.”
Steve’s head snapped up. “Was he old?”
“Maybe fifty. And in pretty good shape.”
“That’s a damn unfortunate coincidence.” And probably a devastating blow for Rosalyn, to have found someone who wanted to help, then died.
“I thought so too until I got an anonymous email the next day about a drug that caused heart attacks.”
“What?”
“The Watcher killed Detective Johnson. He’s killed everyone I’ve told about him. I’m afraid you’ll be next.”
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