“They came to my house, looked at the three emails and the shredded book, made a report, and announced that it was just some sort of prank by an obsessed fan. All three of those emails were from different generic free email accounts and had been sent from different IP addresses. They suggested I change my email address.” Justin reached for his own mug of tea. “Anyway, a couple of weeks went by and nothing more happened. I might have even started buying into that story.”
“But?”
“One day I’d spent most of the day out of my house. I’d gone shopping and then to dinner with a friend.” Noticing the shuttered, wary expression on Brad’s face, Justin added, “Not a lover, just a friend.” Not that he owed an explanation to Brad. They weren’t a couple. Recent hot sex notwithstanding.
“Go on.”
“When I returned home, everything looked normal. At first.” Justin realized he was shaking and he took a fortifying sip of his tea. It didn’t help.