Elena's stomach dropped.
She'd already known about the surveillance, that was why she'd been trying to deal with it.
But knowing someone was following her was different from knowing they'd tracked her all the way home, knew her address, and felt comfortable enough to walk up and leave a letter.
This person had been sitting on that information for a while.
If she didn't deal with this properly, her personal safety was going to become an ongoing problem.
Raphael took the letter. His expression, as he read, became progressively more interesting.
"Hm. Being called a creep by a stalker. That's something."
He brought the letter to his nose and inhaled quietly.
Fresh paper smell, ink from a cheap ballpoint, and underneath it, faint, but present, the smell of someone who sweated and didn't always address that promptly.
He held the envelope up to the light.
