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my purse shut. My stop was next. I got up and walked to the door at the end away from Red Crew-Cut. Nobody else moved.
     
    The train stopped at Harvard Street and he turned to face the door.
     
    Shit, he's getting out here at my stop!
     
    His doors opened a full second before mine. He stepped out along with two other people. I stepped down like I was about to step out, but then stopped and went backwards up a step, staying on the train. The doors closed.
     
    As the train moved past Kelly's Roast Beef I watched the back of Red Crew-Cut as he walked up Harvard Ave toward Brighton Ave.
     
    I breathed a sigh of relief.
     
    Pull yourself together, Kiri. This is silly. You weren't being followed. You couldn't have been followed. Why would anyone want to follow you?
     
    Because of this fucking key in my purse. It's burning a hole in me.
     
    I got off at Griggs Street and began walking back along Comm Ave toward Harvard Ave.
     
    What I should have done is immediately turn the key in to Barbara, telling her the entire story. Confessing all. That would have divorced me from the entire problem. It would be QV Bank's problem, not mine.
     
    But something prevented me from doing that.
     
    And I know too fucking well what it is.
     
    It's the electrical charge I felt when Horace Fucking Willoughby's hand brushed mine when we turned the keys in the wall that first day I met him.
     
    Then again when he clasped my hands in the privacy room. It was like he completely took over my soul when he did that.
     
    God, I sound like an innocent schoolgirl in love with her boyfriend. I'm a grown woman. This is ridiculous. I cannot seriously be having these thoughts. I'm way too jaded for this. Wake the fuck up, Kiri!
     
    But no matter how much I chided myself, the feeling came back. Like a warm blanket, it enveloped me in its seduction. A warm protecting trust. Somehow... I don't know how... I trust H implicitly and completely.
     
    I was at my apartment. I went up. Karen was out, thank God. But she left the apartment a mess. Clothes strewn everywhere. Dirty pots and pans all over the kitchen.
     
    I went to my bedroom and shut the door. I turned on the light. I was about to take off my clothes when I noticed my bed was messed up a little. I smoothed it out. That's strange.
     
    I took my earrings off and put them away. As I did so, I noticed some things had been slightly moved here and there. I'm a very neat person. I know when somebody has been through my stuff.
     
    Karen! What the fuck was she looking for? I'll fucking kill her!
     
    Then my heart stopped and I inhaled sharply.
     
    What if it wasn't Karen? What if it was someone looking for the key?
     
    I opened my purse and took the key out.
     
    Shit, I've got to get rid of this!
     
    I went to bed but couldn't sleep at all that night.
     

 
    Chapter 5
     
    You can't help but feel smart when you sit in Bates Hall at the Boston Public Library. Rows of green-shaded desk lamps on tables surrounded by ancient volumes and handcrafted busts on Greek columns.
     
    The round ceiling is a work of art, echoing the soft sounds of pages turning, pens clicking, papers shuffling, and soft footsteps as people come and go.
     
    I hadn't been here since working on a senior year thesis. Today I was waiting for Book Delivery to bring me a copy of Death at Sea by Konrad Gregor, published in 1906.
     
    I had done an Internet search and found three books titled Death at Sea . One was a murder mystery. Another was a naval adventure. The third was out-of-print listed as just "Fiction."
     
    Barnes & Noble had the first two. I went to the one on Huntington Ave and flipped through both of them only to find no character named Horace Willoughby. It must be the out-of-print one.
     
    The Boston Public Library had one copy, only available by book delivery. That means it's so precious or special that you can't take it out. You place an order and a library employee will deliver it to you after you wait about 45