Isabel noticed immediately that there was someone watching her. Who, she wasn�t exactly sure, but she kept up pretences anyway.

It wasn�t that difficult to do. Sure, she and her mother never exactly got on well, but she was still Isabel�s mother. Isabel dabbed at the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief.

The priest was droning on about something or another, and Isabel hated it. Hated the pre-written eulogy that was not about Isabel�s mother at all. Hated the people standing around her mother�s grave, heads bowed in false grief.

Isabel sometimes felt like she was choking � drowning in this stifled life, surrounded by incompetent people. The only time she felt alive was when she was hunting down a criminal. She felt incomplete. She has always been incomplete. Ever since....

Isabel shook her head. She wasn�t sure why she was thinking of him now, of all times, when she hadn�t thought of him in so long. It felt like years. Had it been years?

Again. That feeling that someone was watching her. No, Isabel knew for sure that someone was watching her.

She dabbed at her eyes again, to conceal the fact that she was glancing around, trying to locate the stalker.

And then, she saw him. In the corner of her eye.

Robert.

Her heart stopped for a moment.

Isabel wasn�t sure when it started beating again. But she was still standing by the grave, still staring at the priest before her. At the same time, it felt like she had suddenly fallen down the rabbit hole, floating in a nightmarish dream.

He came back?

He came back.

Worse, he came back and he was watching her.

But� how? And more importantly, why?

She pulled her mobile from her coat pocket and dialed, as discreetly as she could.

He wasn�t going to get away this time.