Maya couldn't sleep. She lay in the unfamiliar bed staring at the ceiling while her brain replayed that text message over and over. They knew where she lived now, they knew the exact floor, and knew she had a view. They were watching, always watching.

The apartment was quiet except for the sound of the refrigerator and occasional sounds from other units. City noises came in through the windows also, sounds of cars, sirens, life continued like nothing was wrong everywhere was busy with life ...