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gave her an encouraging smile, hoping it hid the worry he felt. “Come on. Grant might have some better suggestions.”
    Julia kicked things off, explaining the note and the significance of the names listed. While Grant mulled that over, Mitch told him about meeting with the doorman and the complete lack of any helpful video from the building security system. Julia and Mitch both confirmed they had yet to find so much as a frayed thread tying her to anyone involved with the Falk operation.
    “Last but not least,” Julia added at Mitch’s encouragement, “after lunch today, someone sent my boss a picture of me here, shortly after I arrived last night.”
    Grant fixed his perceptive brown gaze on her, his bushy eyebrows flexing into a frown. “How can you be so sure of the timing?”
    “The picture shows I didn’t have the glass of water yet.”
    “Not good,” Grant allowed. “You didn’t mention your plans to a friend?”
    “I wish I had,” she replied. “Somehow intercepting a communication is easier to swallow than the concept of some stranger correctly guessing my decisions.”
    Her weary expression pissed off Mitch more and he swore under his breath. “The guy must have a network at his disposal.”
    “Considering the swift responses, I’d say you’re right,” Grant said. “I’ll ask around about any loose ends from Falk’s organization.” He turned to Julia. “What would you like to do? What’s your ideal outcome?”
    “Expose him,” she replied. “Ideally, we protect the case and I keep my job.” She linked her hands in her lap until her knuckles turned white. “He didn’t make any contact with me today.”
    “No, today was an indirect hit,” Grant said.
    “Yes. I assume that picture was supposed to make me feel like a trapped mouse. As if all his other tactics haven’t been annoying enough.”
    “Did those annoyances make you want to help him?”
    “No.” Those auburn eyebrows arched high. “They make me want to rip him to shreds,” she said. “I want my life back.”
    “We’ll get there,” Grant assured her. “It may take some time. I’ll have my team scour our security feeds for any clues.”
    Mitch stood up, antsy with his lack of progress. “I’m at a loss.” Mitch hated admitting it in front of Julia, but she deserved to know. “Tracking down who left the note or who snapped that picture last night won’t get us anywhere. We need to know who’s calling the shots. I’ve done some digging.” He caught Julia’s wince. “I can’t figure out why she’s the target.”
    “We’ll get there,” Grant repeated in that steady, deep way he had.
    The knot in Mitch’s stomach loosened. It was far too soon to worry that his inadequacies would let her down.
    “Who might have been selected to the defense team other than you?” Grant asked. “Maybe the clue to the stalker rests with who wasn’t chosen.”
    “A number of new associates were eligible.” Closing her eyes a moment, she rubbed at her temples. “I do know one of the associates was passed over because his brother was part of the squad that arrested Falk. Other than that...” Her voice trailed off and she spread her hands in a helpless gesture. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
    “Then we wait and see,” Grant said. “Is there a trial date set?”
    “Not yet.”
    “Any talk of a plea deal?”
    She shook her head, and for a moment Mitch was distracted by the soft wisps of hair that had escaped her clip swaying against her neck.
    Grant frowned. “I sent the picture you took to a friend and there weren’t enough markers to make it worthwhile for facial recognition.”
    “I’ll get a better picture when he shows his face again,” Mitch vowed. The stalker had taken an indirect shot today, but he still had the advantage.
    “Stick to your routine, Julia,” Grant suggested. “And you—” he pointed at Mitch “—become a very obvious part of that routine.”
    “You okay with that?” Mitch