DanaI spent nearly five hours sitting in a far corner of the vast parking lot at Jov-Tech, the networking company in Gahanna where Bakula worked. When I finally saw him coming out of the building with another man before they split apart and went to their separate cars, I could hardly contain my relief. It was just after 4:00 PM.
Easing forward, I waited until he was exiting the lot before taking up a position behind another car to try and follow him undetected. I needn’t have bothered.
He drove straight home with hardly a glance in his rearview mirror. I watched as his garage door opened, he drove in and then as the door closed behind him. No other cars were in the drive or parked nearby.
No one appeared to be at home to greet him when he got there. For all intents and purposes, he real
