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    “ You still want me to
follow her?”
    “ Yeah. I want to know
where she works.”
    “ Got it, boss.”
    “ And Sam. If you see
anything unusual, like someone harassing her, take care of it or
let me know.”
    “ Sure thing, Mr.
H.”
    Kolson hung up and was about to leave for
the office when he remembered to check the guest room. He wanted to
make sure the bed was unmade so his housekeeper would change the
sheets. That’s when he discovered that Gabby had left her wallet
behind. It must’ve fallen out of her purse. He opened it to see if
he could find a contact number. Instead he found a few dollars, a
couple of credit cards, and her driver’s license.
    He quickly called Sam.
    “ Mr. H.”
    “ Sam, Gabby left her
wallet behind. Do you think you have time to get back here before
she’s ready for work?”
    “ Yes, sir.”
    “ Good. I’ll meet you out
front.”
     
    # # #
     
    Gabby dashed inside and got ready for work
in record time, opting to catch a cab to work. She didn’t notice
Sam following her.
    The cab dropped her off on East 68th and she
sprinted up the steps of a small brownstone that held a sign
reading, Gabriella Martinelli, M.D., alongside two other names. But
when she got to the door, she extracted a folded-up piece of paper.
It wasn’t difficult for Sam to notice how shaken she was as she
looked at it.
    Sam double-parked and was on Gabby’s heels.
He walked through the entrance and inside found three doors, each
leading to separate offices. One was a marriage counselor, one a
massage therapist and the third was Gabby’s. He opened the one with
Gabby’s name on it. When he walked in, Gabby nearly screamed.
    “ Oh God! You frightened
me!”
    “ I’m sorry, miss. That
wasn’t my intention. Are you all right?”
    Her hand was at her throat and Sam couldn’t
help but notice how deathly pale her face was.
    Gabby’s breath rasped through her lips as
she nodded. “Yes, I’m okay.” In her other hand, she clutched the
note from the door.
    “ Mr. H. wanted me to give
this to you. He found it in his penthouse and he would’ve called,
but he didn’t have your number.”
    As she reached for the wallet, her posture
relaxed slightly. “Oh, my goodness. Thank you. I was worried when I
went to pay the cab fare and couldn’t find my wallet. I was lucky
that I had some spare cash in my briefcase. What did you say your
name was?”
    “ It’s Sam,
miss.”
    “ Thank you, Sam.” She
attempted a smile but it came off more like a grimace.
    “ Are you sure you’re
okay?”
    Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “Yes.
Please tell Mr. H. thank you.”
    “ I will.”
    Sam turned and walked out. As soon as he was
in his car, he picked up his phone and called Mr. Hart. “Found her.
Gabriella Martinelli, M.D., on East 68th Street. But she found a
note on her door and she appears to be real upset. When I went
inside to give her the wallet, she was pretty shaken up.”
    Kolson hid his displeasure. But he was a
master at hiding his emotions. “But she was okay? There wasn’t
anyone with her?”
    “ No, sir. She was
alone.”
    “ Good. Nicely done, Sam.
At finding her office, I mean, and returning her
wallet.”
    Sam smiled. “It was nothing, Mr. H. Want me
to do anything else?”
    “ Yeah. I do. Tail her for
a couple days. But get a different car. I don’t want her to see
you. I want to know if anyone is bothering her. In other words,
look out for her, Sam.”
    “ I’m on it.”
    Sam headed over to HTS to exchange cars. In
the meantime, Kolson Googled Gabby and discovered she was a
psychiatrist.
    A psychiatrist with some serious issues.
Maybe he should make an appointment with her and they could try to
one up each other. He let out a mirthless laugh. What was going on
in her life that had her so upset?
    Kolson continued to dig for more on the
sweet doctor. Her credentials were damn good. Did her undergrad at
Princeton. Went to med school at Columbia in New York and residency
at NYU School