Maybe he wa a figment of my paranoid imagination. I had no concrete rea on to do the thing I did, acting on in tinct alone. I could be crazy a a bedbug, imagining all thi power. Why in the world hould mall, in ignificant Rachel Fitzpatrick have anything to do with the well-being of a baby? Of a number of babie ? Why did I have to keep changing my name, changing who I wa ? If omeone wa following me, why hadn’t he caught up yet? What would happen if I imply drove home and tayed there?