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It didnât take long to find out.
âItâs not going to happen againâyou know that, right, you stupid
little cunt? Youâre not going to scare me off again. Donât worry. I donât want to kill you, at least not right away. Not until Iâve gotten what I want. Youâre all the sameâyou know you are. You act sweet, you act nice but youâre not. Youâre all the same. Fucking dick tease. Fucking bitch.â The voice was rambling and Katrina was trembling. âIâm going to
fuck you, you know that, donât you? You canât stop me. The fucking cops
canât stop me. And Iâm going to make it hurt. Itâs going to more than hurt. Itâs going to tear you in half and leave you wishing you were dead.â
His jaw was tight as he listened to the deranged voice threaten her.
Stephens was sitting quietly by staring at the recorder in front of them and Katrina couldnât seem to do anything but stare at her hands. âItâs been awhile since youâve gotten laid, hasnât it? I know it has. Months.
Iâve watched you, you fucking slut. I know how much you enjoy getting
yourself off. Iâve heard the moans from your bedroom. Iâve watched you
writhing around with that fucking fake cock of yours you enjoy so much.
You fuck your pussy hard and fast, crying out and groaning like a whore. Why shouldnât it be me?â
He was starting to understand just why this might be uncomfortable
for her. Fuck. It was uncomfortable for him too. âItâs going to be me very soon.â
The call disconnected and Stephens stood. âIâm going to go call the phone company.â He looked between the two of them in the small
private room theyâd used to listen to the tape. Dillon was struggling to maintain his composure far more than normal. Heâd seen plenty of crazy
in his day and this shouldnât be bothering him but she was sitting across
from him trembling and refusing to look up to him.
Stephens cleared his throat. âCool?â
âYeah.â It was unspoken between him and Stephens which of them
would be questioning her. Dillon was always the front man with victims.
He simply had a better personality for it, though the woman in front of
him might have disagreed with that the first time she met him. There were hard questions to be asked and he and Stephens were both well of
aware of that fact. Stephens was also without doubt wondering what the
fuck was making him so damn uncomfortable all of the sudden. Stephens
left, shaking his head.
âKatrina?â
âHmm?â She was still refusing to look up.
âI have to ask you some questions.â
âGreat.â Her sarcasm was biting.
âHe mentioned itâs been a long time since youâd been with anyone. Is
there truth to that? I need to understand just how much of what he said
is true to determine if heâs really been watching you or just wants you to
think heâs been watching you.â
She finally looked up but she still couldnât meet his eyes and hers settled on some place over his shoulder. Her humiliation showed clearly
in her crystal-blue eyes. He wanted to touch her, reassure her that it was
okay but there was nothing he could do to make this less embarrassing
for her. She had no idea just how much he was okay with hearing the more private parts of her life but he couldnât say that to her.
âI was in a relationship late last summer through fall with a man I met at a Starbucks of all places. He ended the relationship about three months ago, just didnât think we were going anywhere.â She used finger
quotes on âgoing anywhereâ.
âWe only dated for four or five months and he stayed over a few nights a week on average. That is what you wanted to know, right? How
often I was getting laid and this creep was watching. Should have kept my fucking blinds closed, huh?â She sounded angry. She had every right
to be but she didnât need to be aiming it at him.
âYou have every right to be upset, Katrina, and yes thatâs what I need
to know. I need to speak with your ex-boyfriend. Can you give me his
name and contact information?â
âSure. Itâs not him. He had blue eyes like the man who came into my
house but thatâs not his voice and he didnât like me nearly enough to want to fuck me in half. That is what that asshole said, isnât it? What the
hell does that even mean?â He wasnât even willing to entertain the idea
of what exactly that might mean to a lunatic.
He handed her a slip of paper and watched as she wrote down the name and information of her former lover and she slid it back to him. She
was still refusing to look at him and just stared at the tabletop. âWe need
to talk about some of the other comments he made as well.â
He didnât need to explain that to herâthe look on her face as she shook her head in disgust made it clear she understood exactly what he
was saying. It didnât mean he expected to see her stand and stalk to the
door. He stood quickly and then she turned to him, meeting his eyes for
the first time.
âItâs all very likely true.â Her eyes closed as the humiliation ate away
at her and then she left him staring after her. He wanted to follow her but
there was nothing he could say to her to make this better.
Instead he did his own stalking all the way to the chiefâs office. âI want more protection on Katrina Page.â
âAnd how am I going to justify that?â Chief Greenwood wasnât being
rude but he did need a damn good reason.
âHe left her a message threatening her. He also suggested that heâs been watching her for some time and particular statements left in the message have been confirmed by the victim. There is little doubt in my
mind at this point that heâs a danger to her.â
âOkay. Weâll put a uniform outside her house when sheâs there. Iâm
not going to sacrifice the man hours during the day when sheâs working
but sheâll be covered at night when sheâs home. Anything else?â He shook his head and left. He felt marginally better about the fact sheâd insisted on going home but he was anxious and he didnât like it. When he
made it back to his desk, Stephens was there.
âYou gonna tell me whatâs up with that witness?â
âSheâs freaked outâsheâs upset. Does that seem odd to you for some
reason?â Stephens harrumphed and stared at him. He and Stephens had
been teamed together for a few years and they got on just fineâbut Stephens had the personality of a meat grinder.
âWasnât really talkinâ âbout that. You two act like youâre fucking or something. All weird around each other. And not just her, by the way.â It
was Dillonâs turn to harrumph. Of course he knew it was likely true. He
couldnât seem to pretend to be quite as professional as he ought to around her and she just seemed damn uncomfortable.
âGreenwoodâs putting extra security on her. What did you find out
with the phone company?â
âNothing yet. Theyâll call me when they have something. Iâm
guessing the psychoâs not so stupid heâll use a traceable landline or cell.
Even the biggest idiots in the world know to use a disposable phone now
a day. Good thing Greenwoodâs putting more people on her. I think she
may just need it.â He stood and walked away, leaving Dillon staring at
his desktop.
Chapter Seven
âHey, Ms. Page?â
âYeah, Seth, whatâs up?â She peered up at him, feeling all the
humiliation looking at him as she felt around his father. It was just so damn odd having his son in her class. They looked so much alike it seemed as though every thought which passed through her mind
revolving around Detective Adler was somehow staring right back at her
in Sethâs eyes. It wasnât and she was just being paranoid. She was also exhausted and likely losing her mind.
She had ended up sleeping on her bathroom floor the night before
with the door locked and a knife lying by her side. Sheâd had a nightmare and even though she could see a patrol car parked outside her
house nothing much seemed to calm her paranoia. She simply couldnât tolerate being alone in a room with windows for some reason and so she
ended up in the bathroom.
âHereâs my free writing.â She took the paper from him, smiled and he
turned back to his desk. It was only second period and she wasnât at all
sure how she was going to stay awake all day, especially given she had
an adult-education class to teach downtown that night.
She managed somehow, sucking back coffee and downing a Five-
Hour Energy drink after lunch but after the last of her students walked
out the door, she quickly snatched up her coat and bags and staggered out her door. She nearly choked on her tongue as she caught sight of Detective Adler towering above the tops of the other studentsâ heads about twenty feet down the hall with Seth another ten feet beyond that.
âDad. Iâm doing fine in Ms. Pageâs class. Shit!â Katrinaâs brows shot
up as Detective Adler wheeled toward Seth.
âSay that again and see how long I can make your Xbox disappear.â
She almost laughed but then the humiliation set in again. He hadnât even
seen her yet and she contemplated high-tailing it down the hall in the other direction.
She decided there was little reason. He was obviously there to see her
and that meant there was a reason and it involved her case or Seth. He wouldnât be paying her any social visitsâheâd made that abundantly
clear in her kitchen. Actually the first time was the parking lot. She couldnât stop humiliating herself around him and now the phone
message? Sheesh! Why? Why? Why?
âGo wait in the car. Iâll be out in a few minutes.â Detective Adler tossed his keys to Seth, who threw his hands up in the air in frustration
as he turned around and stomped off down the hallway. It was all rather
cute and heartwarming really. Sheâd never actually witnessed them
together.
When he turned toward her, she had a small smile on her face and the
moment his eyes lit on hers, his mouth pulled up in his own small smile.
Hers faded quickly and she turned back into her classroom.
âHow are you?â He closed the door behind him as he walked into her
room.
âDetective, Iâm sorry. I justââ
âDillon, please.â
âDillon. Iâm sorry about yesterday evening at your precinct. I was just
embarrassed andââ
âYou shouldnât be. Not around me, okay?â
She nodded but her eyes dropped down along his tall and strong
body to settle at his feet. Donât be embarrassed about having the most private part of her life exposed to him against her will? Yeah, right.
âI wanted to let you know the phone trace was a dead end. We
suspected he would likely use an untraceable disposable phone and he did. Iâm sorry.â She nodded. Just her luck. âWeâve put extra security on
you at your home address in the evenings and overnight. You may have
noticed.â
She nodded again but still remained quiet. âKatrina.â She finally
looked back up to him and his expression was serious but incredibly calm. âIâm sorry about all of this. I wish things were differentâŠâ
The subtlest of head shakes suggested heâd overstepped a boundary.
She wanted him to overstep it again. She needed his needâthe need he
was hiding and withholding from her. Sheâd deal with the humiliation of
what he knew about her if she could just absorb and experience some of
that incredible strength of his.
âYou donât look good.â Her mouth dropped open as he spoke.
âThanks?â
He smiled and she finally did too. âYou look exhausted. Youâre not sleeping, are you?â
âSure I am. I slept on the bathroom floor last night, nearly stabbed myself with a large kitchen knife I was cuddling with for comfort.â She
smirked. It was humorless but he seemed to appreciate her sour mood.
âIf you feel that way, call me. I never sleep through the night and Iâm
used to being woken up constantly. You donât need to just suffer that type of fear alone.â His eyes
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