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Jack Don’t think that I had forgotten about the note that was left on her car. Taken by itself, it might have been nothing, but in combination with the slashed tire, it added up to a very real something. I couldn’t help but wonder if there had been other incidents, other things that she either hadn’t noticed, or she had dismissed offhand. Or worse, things she knew were dangerous, but she wasn’t telling us. Had these threatening incidents just started since she moved in with us, or had they started sometime before that? And were these threats aimed at Robyn, really? Or were they meant for her mother? Denise’s car seemed to be at the center of each incident, which made me suspect the latter. But with that danger looming over her, and my father appearing like a bad omen in the kitchen