And yet, someone has been here.

Someone is watching her.

The next morning, she walks into the prison with a weight pressing down on her chest. She wants to tell Dorothy about the note, but something stops her. What if she dismisses it? What if she thinks she’s paranoid?

No. She has to figure this out herself.

In the infirmary, she checks the list of inmates with access to the supply area. Wesley Carter is on it. His file is terrifying—murder, manipulation, a predator of minds as much as bodies.

—Curious about me?

Brooke jolts in her seat.

Standing just outside the infirmary bars, Wesley Carter watches her with a sly smile.

—Looking for something, nurse?

Brooke forces herself to stay calm, but her fingers tighten around his file.

—Just doing my job.

—Well, I’m flattered —he leans casually against the bars—. A woman like you, taking the time to read about me… Have you found anything interesting?

Brooke stands abruptly and snaps the file shut.

—Get on with your day, Carter.

His laugh is low, throaty.

—Oh, of course. See you tonight?

Her stomach churns.