Chapter 1: The Watcher
He followed her for two days. Waited in the shadows across from her Manhattan apartment.
Tailed her to Central Park on a cool June morning then watched her jog around Sheep Meadow.
Tracked her car to Queens, to an empty Italian restaurant where she sat alone in a back booth for forty minutes. She seemed jumpy.
His guess: She'd been stood up.
He watched through the restaurant window and made entries in his journal. She used a cell phone -- two calls -- then ordered a salad that she ignored.
He kept a journal on each woman, his personal record of occurrences, reflections, and...