Julian
The knock at my door came just after eleven, two nights after Sebastian's late visit to Clara's room, and I nearly didn't answer it, assuming it was a delivery I'd forgotten to cancel. Instead I found my downstairs neighbor, Mrs. Alvarez, standing in the hallway with an unusually pinched expression.
"There was a man outside earlier," she said, without preamble. "Sitting in a car across the street for almost two hours. I only noticed because he had one of those big cameras, the kind with the long lens. I thought you should know, in case it's one of your restaurant reviewers being sneaky."
My stomach dropped in a way that had nothing to do with restaurant critics. "Did you see which direction the lens was pointed?"
"Right at this building, dear. Practically at your window, if I'm
