Kate was sleeping, but in the middle of the night, the coldness of the bed woke her up. It was around 4 a.m. She felt Bastien’s side and it was empty. She got up in the darkness. Walking toward the living room, she heard Bastien talking on the phone. She walked slowly and could feel Bastien furious while smoking by the window so Kate wouldn’t inhale the cigarette smoke.

“I don’t care what you have to do, I don’t care how much you have to spend or who you have to torture. I want to know how the hell a letter got to Kate, how they knew I was here. That means they’re following her. That means they could hurt her. I don’t want excuses. If you have to check all the cameras in this damn city, then do it, for God’s sake, but I want answers. I won’t let them keep tormenting my woman. The photos they left me today were of Kate. They took photos of her to make the montage. That means they’ve been following her. How the hell don’t they notice? What am I paying them for? I told them that Kate’s s