Covert Novelist

There is an ache In the extended reach Of water on the shore A searching For something And the land responds With equal passion The sometimes gentle Give and take And the sound Does soothe the soul It is an endless wandering Measured in cascades Of rolling waves The water does reach The land does […]

via The Extended Reach, a poem — Sumyanna Writes

A white sheet of paper and fourteen folds. Once completed, I’d write little notes on each folded heart, a reminder of a happy event we shared or one of the many reasons I loved him. He placed them on the mantle, his desk, dresser and on the living room bookcases. Hearts littered every free surface; […]

via Paper Heart Break — Sara Ackerman, author

With things being busy around the house and the weather a bit warmer than usual, we have not spent as much time on the trails yet… but we are counting the days. My husband has been especially busy with work as well, but if we are longing for it… it will happen soon enough. I […]

via Photography: Take a Walk (Post #3) — Sumyanna Writes

Saskatchewan’s 19th Native Prairie Appreciation Week June 18-24, 2017! “Everyone can play a role in the conservation of prairie landscapes and a great first step is learning more about them,” Saskatchewan Prairie Conservation Action Plan’s manager Carolyn Gaudet said. “We are encouraging all Saskatchewan residents to explore and experience what native prairie has to offer.paNOW” […]

via Native Prairie — stbarbebaker

“Unless you’ve had reason to be concerned or involved in a stalking situation, most would agree with you feeling it was some wild Hollywood attention grab.” Detective Myerson told Cassandra, “However, it is real, very real and happening much more frequently than you’re aware.”

“Because of the prevalence of stalking, several agencies have worked in conjunction with psychologists and more importantly, with some co-operative stalkers to come up with a working abstract.”

“It’s impossible to give you an abridged description which means I’m going to explain in detail how this works. I can’t stress enough, how essential it is that you pay close attention to what I am about to explain and heed every word because it could save your life.”  Cassandra gulped involuntarily, startled by his words. The timber of his voice brooked attention carrying intent fierceness both compelling and frightening.

“By definition a stalker is a person, totally involved in and completely committed with pursuing someone who has no interest nor will ever have any interest in him or her.”

“Stalkers refuse to believe this however. They have deluded themselves into believing the victim actually loves them but isn’t aware of it. In their mind, their “loved one” must simply be pushed into that realization, by any means necessary.  As long as they continue pursuing their victim, the stalker can convince themselves they haven’t been completely rejected yet.”

“I can’t emphasize this enough – They will not take no for an answer!” Maggy sat straighter in her chair, the force of his words slamming against her mind.

“Stalkers display an obsessive personality. It goes beyond interest to total obsession with the person they are pursuing.  Every waking thought centers on the object of their desire, and every plan the stalker has for the future involves that victim, in this case, you!”

“Along with obsessive thinking, they may also display other psychological or personality problems and disorders. It may include erotomania, paranoia, schizophrenia, and delusional thinking.”

“Stalkers have above average intelligence and are usually smarter than the run of the mill person with mental problems.”

“They go to extraordinary lengths to obtain information about their victims and I do mean everything!  They will know details about your life you have long since forgotten.”

“Unfortunately, unfortunately, there are occasions where it’s become essential for the victim of a stalker to move to get away from a stalker as the stalker has been known to hack into computers, tap telephone lines, and even take jobs at public utilities that allow them access to their victims, in order to obtain and update information ostensibly to learn their whereabouts. Some have traveled hundreds of miles and spent thousands of dollars to gain information about or find their victims.”  Cassandra stared in utter disbelief.

“Stalkers are exceptional at using their intelligence to throw others off their trail. They are extremely personable and use it against those especially close to you, so be wary. It may even become necessary to drop family or friends who insist in continued contact with the harasser, once we know his identity.”

”That’s hard to believe,” Cassandra interjected.

“It happens.”

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“Ive contacted our tech department, Jacobs is one of the best.  So far nothing has come up in a nationwide databank.  We’ve sent the information to the states as well.”

“What I can tell you is whoever is responsible, appears to have a vendetta against you.  The crime scene,” the look on her face stopped him cold. “Sorry, the scene at your home is indicative of more than a break in.  It was deliberate, and personal.”

“Although the acts seemed random, there was a methodology to it as well.” At her inquiring look, he continued, “Looking at it from a logical perspective, he went after some larger items first, and followed with personal things.  It’s the attack on your personal things that leads me to that conclusion.”

“I don’t understand how.  Couldn’t the whole thing have been random, I mean, if he didn’t get what he was looking for, wouldn’t he just smash in anger or retaliation?”

“Yes, it’s true, he could have; unfortunately I believe there’s more to it. The items he broke that were of ‘no consequence’, were just that, broken.  While anything you may have had a connection with, an attachment to, such as the antiques, were deliberately defaced in an attempt to destroy them completely.  Your clothing was shredded, not cut.  Your vases and collectables were smashed to pieces.  Anything that might have sentimental value was obliterated.”

Cassandra sat quietly absorbing his observations.  Max watcher her cogitate on everything she’d learned.  “Ok, if I understand this correctly, it was more than anger.  I quite simply can’t imagine anyone that enraged.  Nor do I understand he managed that kind of damage without, well, without someone noticing or hearing what was happening. My neighbours are what fifteen feet away on both sides.”  She looked expectantly toward Myerson for an answer.

“He could have brought something with him or used a blanket that was there.  Either way, he muffled the noise, which only proves my point, it was both premeditated and calculated.”

“As of this moment, you will have plain clothed officers at your store, at home, and everywhere you go.  Your trips down island will be monitored and a constable assigned from whichever city you are in. You won’t see them, but they’ll see you.”

“I need a detailed schedule regarding your travel plans, appointments, where you’re planning on staying in order to schedule my men.”

“Unfortunately, it’s going to get worse, probably much worse before it gets better, until we collar him.”

“Ok, I have a question, if I may.”

“Certainly.”

“Why is all this protection necessary?  I mean I haven’t been physically threatened.  I don’t understand all the precautions.”

“I believe what we are primarily dealing with here, is a stalker. They don’t play by the rules.” Maggy and Cassandra looked at each other in bewilderment while trying to absorb what he’d said and its meaning. “You may have heard of several movie stars recently who ended up having stalkers even go so far as to try to kill them.”

“Yes, I did, but I never paid much attention to the reports,” she confessed chagrined.

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“Meeting at Ms Davidson’s place good for you?  Or would you prefer . . . “

“No, that’s fine.  I would prefer that Maggy be involved since she is already and as I trust her implicitly, I would rather she heard first hand rather than from me later.”

“Good, I have the address so I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

“He’s on his way over, Maggy.  I hope you don’t mind.  I’d rather you sat in and heard everything first hand.”

“Of course, I’d be happy to,” Maggy reassured her.

They had a fresh pot of coffee ready and waiting when he arrived.  He buzzed downstairs at the front door and Maggy let him in and within moments, a knock sounded at her door.

“Ms. Davidson?”

“Yes, hello, please, come in.”

Cassandra sat on the chesterfield and let him come to her noting the confidence in his movements and the continued unwavering eye contact.

“Ms. Jeffreys.”

“Hello.”  She held out a hand in greeting.

“I’m sorry we have to meet under these circumstances.”

“As am I.”

“Can I get you some coffee, Detective?”  Maggy offered.

“Thanks.”

Maggy filled three cups with coffee and placed them on a tray along with chocolate chip cookies, cream and sugar, and returned to the living room.  Detective Myerson rose and took a cup from the tray.  Taking a sip he said, “Now that’s good coffee.”

“My specialty!”  Maggy explained.

“I met with Constable McKinney and after reviewing the matter, have come to the conclusion that the incidents at your home as well as the internet email and even possibly the damage to your eyes are connected incidents.”

“I understand the first two, how both the internet and my home could be connected, but my vision?”

“I’m not certain of that yet, but the timing is definitely ripe for conjecture.”

“I would like your permission to contact Dr. Jamison and find out what he has to say before going down that road.”

Rubbing her forehead she indicated she had no objections to that before adding, “Is it really necessary?”

“Yes, I believe it is.  Only if to tie off a loose end.”

“Were you able to find out anything about who was in my house?  Did you find anything useful any clues or fingerprints?”

“We were able to obtain fingerprints, yes, but so far we have nothing to match them with.  Which only means he hasn’t had any serious run-ins with the law.”

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