When Wilson was back in his car, he unconsciously touched the spot on his arm where Clara had grabbed him.

It was the first time she had touched him after they had met each other again, and he could clearly sense that her hand was trembling. In fact, as he pulled her fingers away from his arm one by one, he felt how cold they were.

It was as cold as… a corpse's hand!

'Stop it!' he reminded himself as he shut his eyes. 'Stop thinking about it! Stop wasting your time on that woman!'

No matter