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I was supposed to be the woman who couldn't be touched. I'm a homicide detective. Nine years in. I spend my days inside booths with serial rapists and killers. I have a thirteen-year-old daughter. I sleep with a service weapon on the nightstand and four deadbolts on the front door. My ex-husband killed a sixteen-year-old girl. They brought him into my precinct. They put me in the booth across from him. I built a wall after that. I let no man near it. I had not been touched in two years. Then a stranger walked into my locked apartment and left a card on my bed naming the one secret I would die before saying out loud. He's been at my door with flowers for three months. He's been inside my walls for at least six. 🖤 Read My Sweet Stalker now 🔥