“That’s it?” Virat bit back the anger as he stared at Dom. The other man’s frown darkened and he nodded.
“It’s not much. But stalking is illegal in all fifty states. If something makes you feel afraid, Fin, anything, trust your gut and don’t wait. Call me specifically. If you can’t get me, call Detectives Evers and Callum. They can access my cases easily. And I trust them. Don’t go places where you may be vulnerable.”
“Do you think it was him today?” Fin asked quietly.
“I don’t know. It could have been a random thing. Or it could have been him. Or it could have been someone after your friend. We just won’t know yet.” Dom’s eyes held compassion. “But no matter what that ass Kimbell may have said, I believe you. And I’m not stopping until I find the answers. Document everything. Every time something happens, every time you call the police. Every dropped phone call or strange email message or social media tag. In today’s society, more and more stalking events are happening on online.”
“I don’t know who would do this.” She was shivering, frightened.
He wanted to find the man responsible for this and tear him apart with his bare hands.
“It might not be anyone you know. Maybe someone you’ve brushed up against at the hospital. Or anywhere else you’ve been.” Dom was a compassionate guy, even if he was in a perpetual bad mood. And he knew what he was talking about.
Virat asked him a series of questions, but none of the answers were super satisfying.
Basically, until the guy did something else to reveal himself, Fin had to live afraid.
Nothing about that made sense.
“Come on. I’m taking you home.”