“I’ll be there in a minute, have to do the drops.” Cassandra put in the first of the drops and stamping her feet and gritting her teeth; god they hurt so much! She could only describe the results as hot coals attached to knives scraping her eyeball. It was excruciatingly painful. Curiosity got the better of her and she wobbled to Shawn’a side and asked, “What does it say, what’s so weird about it?”
“It says, ‘Your mine!’ and it looks like blood dripping in tears across the page.”
Joining Shawna, Cassandra bent closer to the monitor and tried to read it. “I can’t quite make it out but that is bizarre.”
“There are more…shall we?”
“Absolutely, I’m strangely curious now,” Cassandra commented with a mixture of curiosity and nervous concern.
So they went through over a dozen other emails from the ‘mystery man’
“This one says, ‘EveRY brEATh tAKen, I’ll be WatChinG yOu.’ The next one says, ‘BABy I’m waNTin yoU’ and then, let’s see, ‘Have you eVeR reAlly trIeD rEacHing ouT for thE oThEer siDe’. “There are three more repetitions of these followed by the last one that says, ‘don’t fORGet it’ or the coSt wiLL be yoURs.’
“This is really creepy. You know, I wouldn’t normally put too much stock in something like this but there are too many emails to ignore for a random act.”
“I would think so, Cassy, since they came on different days and were recorded at different times. It feels premeditated, purposeful. I know that sounds crazy, but I’ve got the cold chills crawling over my skin,” she admitted, rubbing her hands up and down her own arms before wrapping them securely around herself for comfort.
Cassandra dialed 911.
She explained to dispatch what had occurred and although the woman on the desk didn’t sound particularly interested, she confirmed a constable would arrive as soon as he was available.
A half hour later, a tall good looking man wandered through the front door. Although a few men accompanied their wife partner or girlfriend, few dared enter alone.
A friendly smiled and twinkle in her eye, Shawna welcomed him, “Hi, can I help you?”
“Yes, someone called about mysterious email….” he said once he’d reached the counter, measuring her as he spoke.
“Oh, yeah, that was Cassandra, the owner….hang on I’ll get her.”
Poking her head into the inventory room, Shawna told Cassandra the constable had arrived.”
The officer noted a beautiful young woman, about 25, 26 he figured, and gorgeous.
Flipping out his badge he introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Constable McKinney.”
Holding out a hand Cassandra said, “Hi, Cassandra Jeffreys, the owner of Precious Little Gifts.”
“You mentioned receiving mysterious emails?”
“I don’t use my email account here for anything other than work. These emails are addressed to me, personally via the company name and they are weird and disturbing, enough I felt I should call.”
“Ok, let’s take a look.”
“You’ll have to navigate yourself I’m afraid as I’m having some difficulty with my eyes at present.”
He took a closer look and noted very red and sore looking eyes. “Allergies?”
“No. Unfortunately it’s a little more serious than that.”
He turned his attention back to the computer and began scrolling through the messages. “Well . . . what have we here?” he said thoughtfully.
“Do you have any idea who this could be?”
“What about the content, does it ring any bells?”
“Vaguely; although, I’m not sure why,” Cassandra admitted.
“It appears they were all sent after my trip down island on Saturday.”
Looking up at her he asked, “Your trip?”
“Yes, to see an Ophthalmologist about my eyes,” she explained.
“You got back when?”
“Late Tuesday night.”
“I need to print these off and take them with me. Don’t delete the originals leave them for our compu-tech to read; he should be able to discern where they originated from,” he informed her. He asked the regular questions she’d expected and then some she hadn’t. “Any irritated ex- lovers, boyfriends, husbands?”
“Not recently. I was involved for a while with a man down island. We met on a buying trip but wemutually agreed, quite amicably, it wasn’t working so we called it off,” she stated matter of factly.
“We may have a problem here. I’m going to check in with a detective unit that specializes in unsolicited email attention. See what they think; either way I’ll get back to you.”
“Please call the detachment if you receive any more of this!” He waved the copies up and down, “or if you feel concerned at all, give us a call.”
“This may be an unfortunate hoax sent to the wrong email. Having said that, be alert and aware of your surroundings – watch for anything out of the ordinary – any other unusual emails, unusual packages, especially if you weren’t expecting any to hang ups, message on your phones here or at home and finally, if you’re followed. Call us immediately.”
“Ok, thank you, Officer McKinney. I’ll do that.”
Shawna joined her, all agog, “Well, what did he say?” Cassandra filled her in then put it out of her mind as the store got busy.
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