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“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.
Remember these idioms?
marching papers, can’t fight your way out of a paper bag, a paper chase, paper tiger, paper trail, his word isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on?
I’m sure there are hundreds more but these readily come to my mind especially as I pondered what to write about.
Our kids aren’t taught to print or write
My lip I all too often bite
Their writing and printing abysmal at best
With calligraphy they are not blessed
When they read something I pen
It’s so foreign they blankly look at me and then
Ask me what is that? I can’t read it
Like it’s a foreign language they submit
A paperless age to rid us of paper
Yet piles are stacked higher than ever
I often wonder what they’d do
If suddenly out of the blue
Their cell phones didn’t light up
Would they have any backup
In my day the 3 R’s were strictly enforced
And comes naturally unrehearsed
Although it is scratchy these days
It fills me with pleasure as I gaze
At paper with personal notes
I’m filled with joy and much verbose
Some delightful individual sent this to me on FaceBook. So take a look,
see if anything appeals to you. I haven’t had a chance to delve into it as
yet, but figured it might be worth a look see. 🙂
“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.”
“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.
My first thought upon waking up was to head to the computer and check out today’s blog posts. My eyes, not yet awake thought the word of the day was Boop and I was laughingly prepared to go on about Betty Boop. Then as I copied the link over, I realized it was loop. So I sat laughing at myself and my mistake.
So much can be said about loop and the beginning and end of one. Marilyn posted a carousel which brought back memories of a time long ago.
After reading Liza’s blog this morning I realized it was so well said that I had to reblog it and wondered how could I possibly add anything to it?
Caught up in a causality of our own making
Can we understand the loop and breaking
The circle of which sets us up for better or worse
Is based on our thoughts actions so perverse
We reenact the same events and causes
Blindly running on a mouse’s wheel
Going nowhere, changing nothing real
The better outcome we all wish for
Is ours for the taking with new rapport
New ideas and different folks
Tempting new thoughts to provoke
A new way of living our lives
A different way leaving old archives
Behind as we move ahead
Freeing us up instead
To live the life of fun not dread
Open a vista a horizon vast and wide
Arms open wide we embrace the tide
Forever yearning, seeking, learning
The loop instead becomes a swirl
Of endless possibilities unfurled
“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.
“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.
“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.
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.”
It’s easy to give unwanted advice
To those younger acting unwise
Whose life experiences are limited
Especially countries considered primitive
Often we do them a dis-service
For living and learning
Being responsible comes with time
And making mistakes is not a crime
So bite your tongue resist the urge
To meddle, trusting they will emerge
Triumphant and whole without
Your truly meddlesome soul
“Your place is lovely, Maggy.” You have style! It’s such a wonderfully eclectic mix and it works so well!”
The hazelnut sofa against the rich vanilla wall with its clean lines added a dignified mood to the living room. To carry that theme through, she had added creamy white walls with hazelnut trim around the doorways entering the dining room and kitchen.
Vanilla cream pillows played off against the hazelnut and two cucumber coloured chairs with soft pink accents completed the look.
Glass based lamps with vanilla shades graced the oblong and oval mahogany end tables while the coffee table was a deep rich brown covered with beveled glass.
Across from the sofa, she’d done a remarkable job using mirrors, instead of pictures. She’d framed a total of eleven mirrors, with white painted frames, and hung them in three rows creating a square.
It had a simplistic but elegant look, modern and still very appealing. It was both modern yet peaceful while artfully enlarging the space. They reflected bits of color from the spider plants hanging beside the sofa, and the fern sitting on the one end table.
“I’ve been thinking about making a move and surprisingly motivated to do something about my living arrangements. I like the idea of the added privacy having a home gives you. Haven’t completely decided on what it is I am looking for though.”
“Do you like Modern, Eclectic, Victorian, French?”
“I guess modern and eclectic are closer to what I had in mind. I don’t want cold modern, but I’m not into antiques either.”
Smiling broadly Cassy suggested, “Why don’t we go online and take a look at a few types of design so you can solidify what you are looking for. Sound good? Then we can take a closer look at what’s available and book an appointment with a real estate agent and do some real looking!”
If only to take Cassandra’s mind off what was going on, Maggy agreed. They searched for an hour and Maggy found a style she really liked and then examining the real estate sight, she found several appealing possibilities. She called a real estate office and booked an appointment for the following evening to view three properties, completely excited at the prospect.
“Well, that was productive. I like that pretty little, I guess it was sort of Victorian, best,“ she continued, laughter in her voice, “which really surprises me because it was the modern stuff I thought I wanted. I can’t see the two being compatible. Mind you, it’s going to depend entirely on what it looks like inside of course.”
“What’s the next step?”
“When you find a property that you love, simply love and can’t live without, you’re ready.” Cassandra laughed, recalling her how she’d felt upon finding her home. A sudden niggling resentment nudged at her. Straightening her shoulders she said, “Then we get an expert in to go over things like plumbing, electrical, furnace, fireplace, and the structural stuff too of course, to make sure it’s solid and there aren’t any major repairs pending.”
“You can make a bid beforehand, but make sure you have a codicil stating that only after completion of a pending inspection and its outcome, will you go ahead with the bid.”
“Great. I’m so glad we can do this together. I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
“It’s a process, and it can be lengthy. You won’t get into the house of your choice, for several months.”
“Yes, I remember how long it took you.”
Giggling, Cassandra remarked, “That’s me, the forerunner.”
The shrilling telephone sent chills down her spine. “God! That startled me.”
“Hello?” Maggy said.
“Hello, Ms. Davidson?”
“I’m Detective Maxwell Myerson. Is Cassandra Jeffreys with you?”
“Yes, she is, one moment please.” Putting the call on hold, she explained who it was before handing the phone across to a watchful Cassandra.
“Hello, Cassandra Jeffreys here.”
After identifying himself once more he went on, “I was hoping we could meet and discuss your case.”
“Certainly, I am free now.”