Mia had anticipated RogueMale’s refusal to be caught and was ready with her next post:<br/><br/>‘There it was, that same feeling, as soon as she opened the door. That same feeling of having been invaded. She checked the flat quickly, made sure the door and windows were secure and sat down at her computer. She ran through the recording fast. Nothing. It had picked up nothing. She ran it again, more slowly this time. And then, her scalp tingled, her breathing stopped. She checked it again and again. Yes, she was sure, it was just a fleeting shadow, but something had definitely moved along the hallway. It was out of shot but something - someone - had passed through the light coming from the window by the door. And then, shortly afterwards, a sudden burst of light. Just for a moment, but long enough for the door to open and close. She checked the time. 10.30. Whoever he was, and for some reason she was sure it was a man, he had left at 10.30. But how had he got in? How long was he here? Where did he spend his time and what did he do?<br/><br/>One thing Mia now knew for certain. She was frightened. She didn’t want to be here alone, certainly not at night. She’d invite her sister over this evening, get her drunk so she’d sleep over. But she would be no use in a crisis. She checked through her contact list. Yes, that was it. She’s invite that guy from the club, the one on security, the one who couldn’t take his eyes off her. They’d dated a few times, but he was boring. Boring, but big. Just what she needed.’