Chapter 7
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STALKER POV
Trisha was a difficult person to keep track of. She rarely stayed home longer than a couple of hours. She didn’t drive so if she wanted to go somewhere that was farther than she could run she would have some rich guy with a Ferrari or something like that, pick her up. He couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy ever time one of those sleazy f**k heads came to get her. It was getting harder and harder to hide his growing feelings, but somehow he did. He was pulled back to reality when a spit-shined metallic charcoal gray, Dodge Viper pulled up in front of Trisha’s house. When the guy got out of the car there was something very disturbing about him. This one didn’t seem right, there was something about him that just didn’t set will with him. He made a note of the Viper’s license plate on a scrap of paper. He would check on this guy after he was done leaving a present for himself in her house.
I watched as Trisha came out of her house dressed in a sexy black micro-mini, strapless dress that hugged her curves so lusciously that I was momentarily caught off guard. I let my eyes roam over her body and finally stopped on her f**k me pumps! I noticed that she was nearly as tall as her date now with the stilettos on. I needed to calm my storm as I envisioned taking her back into the house over my shoulder caveman like and stripping all of her clothing off except for the stilettos. I then threw her legs over my shoulders as I pounded her like she was my enemy! I needed to focus so I shook my head to clear the haze just in time to see them speed away to god knows where too.
Now to the task at hand, I need to enter the house again. I donned my black hooded jacket and began to cross the street nearest to the shadows of the trees around. I waited a beat, to make sure no one was watching me. Once I was sure I was in the clear I continued to the back of the house. I knew about the watch dog so I was ready this time. I monitored the back door for a while and found the dogs hiding spot next to the dryer, he looked to be waiting for his treat. It was too bad that the dog couldn’t sense the danger he and his master where in, some guard dog! After dealing with the pet he walked to the bedroom and leisurely walked around the room before placing a tiny camera on top of the bed post closest to the window, farthest from the door. I placed it so the I would be able to observe the entire bed.
Once I was satisfied with the placement, I left the house and entered my vehicle that was sitting a couple of houses away from Trisha’s. I sat there a minute to hack into Trisha’s neighbor’s secured internet connection. Once that was established I patched into the cameras feed, once synced I opened my second laptop. I pulled up the local police department’s database. I punched in the license plate number and began to scan everything I could ever want to know who the owner is and what he is. I scanned the file and it sounded squeaky clean. The only problem was that the photo on the file did not match to the man he had seen picking Trisha up just moments ago!
I blew out a frustrated breath, great a dead end! I quickly scanned the tabs on the database for anything that could be of interest or identifying. I scanned through the first couple of pages and stopped when I came across a file that said Open Cases. I clicked it and the first case was about 4 bodies that were found in a pit near a market. The second page of the case file had a photo attached and low and behold the photo matched the mystery man! There were a couple more photos of the man’s identifying marks.
By the time I was done with the police departments database, the mystery man pulled up with Trisha. The vehicle belonged to a man named Earl Nathan Von Tessar, but the man that is here now is not Von Tessar. The man exited the car and walked around to the passenger side and helped Trisha out of the car, as the door was shut I was able to see a glimpse of the inside of his right wrist. The tattoo he saw confirmed his suspicions, this man was the wanted fugitive and serial killer…Garrison O’Grady!
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