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me for not believing you. Why don’t you tell me the real reason you’re here?”
    He had to make her understand how much he needed her help finding these people. “I’m not lying, Nikki. Everywhere I go, people are stalking me. Following me. Taking pictures of me. More than the usual ‘Oh, look, there’s Congressman McMann. Let’s get a picture.’ I need someone I can trust to find out who they are and why they’re doing it. So I can make them stop. I need you to believe me.”
    Her expression softened for a moment. But her voice was cold when she asked, “Believe you? Why? Because you’ve been so trustworthy in the past.”
    Her words were sharp, but he couldn’t argue the truth in them. He’d once told her that he loved her and then walked away. Because it was the easy thing to do. Because it’s what his father wanted. But that was years ago—a lifetime ago. He’d hoped Nikki wouldn’t still be angry. Apparently, she was. Even so, he wasn’t ready to give up yet. “Nikki, I know how much I hurt you. I am so—”
    “I don’t need your apology. Even though I’m sure it would be wonderful, I’m all grown up now. I know pretty words aren’t the same as the truth.” Her tone was harsh and cynical.
    Had he been the one to make that happen? He probably wasn’t the only one—but there was no doubt he’d been the first one. The Nikki he knew was so sweet, so kind to everyone. He met her gaze head-on. “I’ve never lied to you, Nikki. Not once.”
    She bit her lip but said nothing. Tears misted her eyes. The first glimpse of the Nikki he’d known.
    He forged ahead. “It started out with pictures, and that wasn’t too bad. But now they’ve moved on from pictures and are messing with my phones and computers.” He hurried on before she could kick him out. “Sometimes when I try to call someone, the number has vanished. Or an email address that I’ve used dozens of times will suddenly be gone.”
    “Computers aren’t always the most reliable. Things like that happen.”
    “Then last week, they started having things delivered to me that I didn’t order.”
    “What kind of things?”
    “Books. DVDs and even pizzas from my local pizzeria.”
    “Maybe you forgot you ordered them.”
    “I didn’t forget that I ordered twenty-five pizzas.”
    She gave a slight smile and shrugged. “I guess you wouldn’t forget something like that. People have been pulling that prank for years. I’m sure you can hire someone to help you out, but it won’t be me. By the way, what did you do with the pizzas?” Another glimpse of the girl he’d known. She’d always been curious.
    “I kept one and had the others delivered to a church that feeds the poor.”
    “That was nice of you.”
    “I am nice. If you’d only give me a chance to prove it.”
    “If you say so.” She gave him a hard stare. “Don’t you have security to help with this sort of thing?”
    “Of course, Congress has security. But it’s more concerned with safety in the Capitol Building. They don’t provide individual security for us. If we want that, we have to pay for it.”
    “Well, you can afford it.”
    “True. And I went to a friend in the FBI. He shut down my social media pages for me, but agreed with you about it being a prank. But when we shut down the page, they started emailing the pictures to me.”
    “Your email address is probably public information.”
    “I have accounts connected for work and for my constituents. But my personal email is set up on a completely different account and that’s the one they’re sending pictures to.”
    “Mmm…I wonder how they got that.”
    “I have no idea.”
    “What did the FBI guy say?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Why not? I’m sure they’d be very concerned if they knew you were being stalked.”
    “I haven’t told them.”
    “Why not? It seems the logical thing to do.”
    “When I try to save them, they disappear. When I try to forward the emails, they disappear. I haven’t