"You already know the broad strokes," Locke begins quietly, his gray eyes fixed on the white mountains outside. "You know about her stalker. His name was Julian Fielding, and his father was a major corporate partner in my family’s distribution network. Julian was a volatile, controlling nightmare who couldn't handle her leaving him."
I nod gently against his chest, tracing the back of his hand. "Yes, you told me. You said they met while she was in college, and they dated for a year. When she broke up with him, he followed her everywhere, and the police refused to do anything because he stayed just beneath the legal threshold."
"Right," Locke says, a bitter, icy edge touching his tone. "He was meticulous. He knew how to terrorize her without leaving a single legal footprint. And you know
