The more Evie listens, the more this sounds like a story for Mr. Dickens and his Ghost Club. Either that, or this mystery stalker has the stealth skills of a Master Assassin. Naturally, there's a third possibility, which is that Anne is imagining things — but Evie is at least magnanimous enough not to immediately jump to the conclusion that the other woman is delusional.

"Whoever it is," she says, "you're safe here, I assure you." The words are spoken with the confidence of a woman who's beat the living daylights out of men twice her size and could do it again. She smiles a little and adds, "I'm Evie Frye. I don't believe we've met, Miss...?"