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She looked at the telephone number in the booth and gave it to her father’s receptionist. “I’ll wait here until he calls.”
    “I’ll be sure to tell him.”
    She sat in the lobby for almost an hour, willing the telephone to ring. People passing by stared at her or ogled her, and she felt naked in the tawdry outfit she was wearing. When the phone finally rang, it startled her.
    She hurried back into the phone booth. “Hello…”
    “Ashley?” It was her father’s voice.
    “Oh, Father, I—”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m in Chicago and—”
    “What are you doing in Chicago?”
    “I can’t go into it now. I need an airline ticket to San Jose. I don’t have any money with me. Can you help me?”
    “Of course. Hold on.” Three minutes later, her father came back on the line. “There’s an American Airlines plane leaving O’Hare at ten-forty A.M., Flight 407. There will be a ticket waitingfor you at the check-in counter. I’ll pick you up at the airport in San Jose and—”
    “No!” She could not let him see her like this. “I’ll—I’ll go to my apartment to change.”
    “All right. I’ll come down and meet you for dinner. You can tell me all about it then.”
    “Thank you, Father. Thank you.”
    On the plane going home, Ashley thought about the unforgivable thing Dennis Tibbie had done to her. I’m going to have to go to the police, she decided. I can’t let him get away with this. How many other women has he done this to?
    When Ashley got back to her apartment, she felt as though she had returned to a sanctuary. She could not wait to get out of the tacky outfit she was wearing. She stripped it off as quickly as she could. She felt as though she needed another shower before she met her father. She started to walk over to her closet and stopped. In front of her, on the dressing table, was a burned cigarette butt.
    They were seated at a corner table in a restaurant at The Oaks. Ashley’s father was studying her, concerned. “What were you doing in Chicago?”
    “I—I don’t know.”
    He looked at her, puzzled. “You don’t know?”
    Ashley hesitated, trying to make up her mind whether to tell him what had happened. Perhaps he could give her some advice.
    She said carefully, “Dennis Tibbie asked me up to his apartment to help him with a problem…”
    “Dennis Tibbie? That snake?” Long ago, Ashley had introduced her father to the people she worked with. “How could you have anything to do with him?”
    Ashley knew instantly that she had made a mistake. Her father had always overreacted to any problems she had. Especially when it involved a man.
    “If I ever see you around here again, Cleary. I’ll break every bone in your body.”
    “It’s not important,” Ashley said.
    “I want to hear it.”
    Ashley sat still for a moment, filled with a sense of foreboding. “Well, I had a drink at Dennis’s apartment and…”
    As she talked, she watched her father’s face grow grim. There was a look in his eyes that frightened her. She tried to cut the story short.
    “No,” her father insisted. “I want to hear it all…”
    Ashley lay in bed that night, too drained to sleep, her thoughts chaotic. If what Dennis did to me becomes public, it will be humiliating. “Everyone at work will know what happened. But I can’t let him do this to anyone else. I have to tell the police.
    People had tried to warn her that Dennis was obsessed with her, but she had ignored them. Now, looking back on it, she could see all the signs: Dennis had hated to see anyone else talking to her; he was constantly begging her for dates; he was always eavesdropping…
    At least I know who the stalker is, Ashley thought.
    At 8:30 in the morning, as Ashley was getting ready to leave for work, the telephone rang. She picked it up. “Hello.”
    “Ashley, it’s Shane. Have you heard the news?”
    “What news?”
    “It’s on television. They just found Dennis Tibbie’s body.”
    For an instant the earth