She wanted to ask if it was the case she was involved in or another but he seemed unwilling to discuss it so she let it be choosing instead to bring him up to date on the painting for the exhibit since she’d finally chosen one.
“I have to go. I need to keep on top of this, but I wanted to assure you that you’re covered and if anything at all comes up or you feel unsettled or worried, don’t hesitate to call me, right?”
“Is he sloppy, egotistical, arrogant? I mean really, you’d think if he had any smarts at all he’d know that license plate is a beacon and will lead directly to his door and capture…don’t you think?”
The situation hadn’t dulled her inspiration; on the contrary, it seemed to have enhanced her senses to the point that it was impossible to keep up with the non-stop inspiration at this point.
“I never realized how horrible it was. Years ago I heard stories about movie stars being stalked…and it seemed so so ‘Hollywood’ and as horrible as it may be, as far removed as it may sound, it’s bigger and more far-reaching than that.
“I definitely understand her frame of mind. I mean, my life is disrupted, my activities curtailed, I’ve been cut off from family and friends for their safety as much as mine. It’s easy to feel victimized and a prisoner, hell you are!”
“He used every trick in the book to make Marcia McCormick’s life a living hell.” Between bites he added, “Of course from his demented perspective, he was showering her with love and affection,
They often went so far as to gather personal information on the victim from employers, family members, friends, neighbours, anyone that might give them the insight they were looking for.
Forensics had already gone over the apartment. As he walked through, he realized she’d led a quiet life. Everything was neat and tidy and in its place. She had a nice array of clothes, but nothing like you’d expect from a woman her age.
“We found the owner of the stolen vehicle. He couldn’t confirm the person responsible for the theft, but he suspect a low-life by the name of Jeremy Walters. He lived in the neighbourhood and was constantly in trouble.
Kealan was gone before Annabel woke the next day. As she prepped coffee she wondered if this was an occupational hazard. Coffee had finished perking and she was pouring herself a cup when he hurried through the door. “Hi.”
Instantly the painting began taking shape and suddenly a young woman was standing on a sandy beach holding her straw hat festooned with flowers, on her head while staring out across inviting blue sparkling waters. A peninsula jutted out behind her where waters lapped seductively onshore. Overhead, warm summer skies promised the impossible. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“Not sure. I didn’t pick up on a tail but this guy is running scared so I wouldn’t put it past him to try. Neither my phone nor address are listed anywhere the public can gain access but I’d rather not chance it right now.”
“This auction will support the homeless shelter down on 5th and I’m not sure what to pick. They gave me carte blanche which is wonderful but I need something that captures the imagination or is compelling enough to garner a large donation.”