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computer
sitting on it, with a screen saver that showed the logo of Noah’s firm, Cutler
and Associates.
    The room was beautiful and sleek, but it
wasn’t exactly the kind of room I’d want to do any work in.   There was nothing warm about it –
no half-full coffee mug on the desk, no family photos, no books on the
shelves.   The only bookshelf was
filled with books with covers in shades of grey and white to match the décor,
and the only other furniture was a dark oak filing cabinet and an uncomfortable
looking grey chair.
    I crossed the room to the desk, opening
the drawers carefully one by one.   Everything inside of them was neat, meticulous, paper
clips sorted into little containers, binder clips neatly arranged, a
fresh pad of post-its and a full jar of pens.
    But no phone charger.
    I was about to leave and have Jared stop
at the store on the way, as Noah had suggested, when my eyes fell on the file
cabinet in the corner.   Could Noah
have meant the charger was in there?
    I went over and tried the top drawer, but
it was locked.   The middle drawer
was locked as well.   But the bottom
drawer was open slightly, like someone hadn’t pushed it completely shut the
last time they’d used it.
    I crouched down and slid it open, but it
was filled with forest green file folders, all of them hanging neatly.   I ran my hands over the labeled tabs,
wondering if they were cases Noah had worked on.   I wondered if he’d let me read them.   I’d been so focused on Noah as a
client, that I’d forgotten he was a lawyer in his own right, and a very
successful one at that.   I could
learn a lot from him.
    I was about to shut the file cabinet and
head out when I saw it.
    Her name.
    Katie Price.
    It was written on one of the file
folders.
    It must have been a coincidence, I told
myself.   Maybe Noah kept files on
all his employees, filled them with performance reviews and that kind of thing.
    My hand flew to the folder, and I pulled
it out.   I sat there on the floor for
a moment, just staring at it.
    Don’t open it.   It’s not your business.   It has nothing to do with you.   You said you trusted him, and you do.   If it’s true, if you really mean it,
you won’t open the file.
    But I couldn’t resist.
    It was sitting there right in front of
me.
    I opened it.
    And gasped.   The folder was filled with pictures of Katie, shot from a wide angle lens from far away.   Katie leaving her apartment.   Katie coming out of a
coffee shop.   Katie walking
into a bar, dressed in a halter top and tight black
pants.   Katie
leaving Cutler and Associates.   Katie ducking into a cab.
    Whoever took the pictures must have been
following her.
    The back of each picture was marked with
a date and a time.  
    I flipped through the pictures, one after
another, dozens of them.   Finally, in the back of the file folder was a slim stack of
printed out pages.   Each one listed
where Katie was at a certain time of day, right down to the minute and making
note of the exact address.
    Someone had been tracking her movements.
    Someone wanted to know where she was,
every second of every day.   Someone
was figuring out her routines, so they would know where she was.
    It must have been Noah.
    I sat there, the horrible realization
washing over me.
    I had thought I could trust him.
    But the truth was, I couldn’t.
    I couldn’t run from the truth any
longer.   Noah was a murderer.   And the sooner I got away from him, the
better.

 
    The
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