She stopped, and from the attitude of her body I knew she was getting irritated. You see, ever since I took this job, someone has been following me. At least, that is my feeling. Emily thinks I have an overdeveloped imagination from reading too many ghost stories. She turned around. "Tell you what. Jack. It's time I met this bogeyman of yours." She marched past me, heading for the black mouth of the alley behind us.