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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.
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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.”
“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.
“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.”
“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.”
I was relieved at the sight
Of my beloved full of inner light
Speaking forthrightly on stage
The audience fully engaged
By the beauty and truth they saw
Within her words they found no flaw
Her earnest desire to impart wisdom
To look above and beyond the system
To what could be should be can be
If we unite stand strong setting us free
To reach the stars and beyond
Moving upward and onward to respond
With love and affection to all we see
Relieved when we find true unity
I lost the original post for these chapters of Blindsided so if you haven’t read them, you’ll be able to do so now, and if you have, it’s a recap. Not sure how close to the original it is now. So I hope you enjoy.
“The Doctor was rather vague when we met but it will require regular trips down island a couple times a week.”
“You might have to cover solo… think you can handle that?”
” Sure, sure I can!” Shawna assured her, excited at the prospect.
“Um, you’ve already ordered for the season, so when the stock arrives, all I have to do is tag it and hang it out.”
“Wow, this could be exciting, hell it is exciting.”
“I was thinking of opening the yogurt bar a little sooner than expected too….what do you think?”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea!”
“I’ve been considering hiring a student to assist….you could teach her the ropes.”
“Yeah, that’ll look good on my resume….hey, why not a guy? I could have some real fun with that.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you could, Shawna, but guys aren’t interested in baby clothes.” Cassandra laughed heartily.
“Yeah, I suppose….darn it was a delightful fantasy while it lasted.” Her laughter lighthearted and full of fun.
Cassandra couldn’t help smiling. Why did Shawna make her feel so old? she mused. She wasn’t old, not yet anyway.
“I need your assistance with the email and inventory. Can you check to see what we received so far? I’m expecting a few announcements on Baby Gap and….”
“Absolutely, I’ll get started right away. Oh did you set the till up or?”
“No, not yet, I can’t see well enough I’m afraid.”
“Right. I’ll do that first then.”
“I’ll be right there….just want to finish cleaning up.”
It only took a few minutes to organize the till and receipt books for the day. Shawna made herself comfortable in front of the computer and began reading, “Wow you have dozens of emails. Never knew you were so popular,” she quipped. “Who is your mystery lover?”
“What are you talking about?” Cassandra called out.
“You have at least a dozen emails from a guy calling himself ‘mystery man’; just wanted to ask before I opened them in case they are personal.”
“Open them. I don’t know any mystery man and this is a working computer. I use my laptop at home for personal stuff. This one is strictly for business!” she replied from the bathroom.
“You’d better come take a look at this. It’s weird Cassandra.”
“I’ll be there in a minute, have to do the drops.” Cassandra put in the first of the drops and stampeing 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.
“Cassandra, why don’t I get the blackboard ready to hang? I can list the prices for the smoothies, juices, coffee and tea? Then we can get someone in to hang i?”
“That’s a great idea!” Cassandra agreed.
“You know, Cassy, it’s a brilliant idea. Mom and dad can shop in peace while the kids enjoy a smoothie or juice or just play in the play area; a real stroke of genius if you ask me.”
“The play area seems to be a big hit. I’m hoping the juice bar will be too, even though it means constant monitoring.”
“What about moving the divider over or putting your fence here,” she motioned to the section in question, “Tots need help getting out and parents have to assist in monitoring and clean up. What do you think?”
“Exactly!” Cassandra agreed. “We’re not “babysitters” or a licensed daycare facility. If they wish to avail themselves of the service provided while browsing, no problem but they can’t leave their children unattended.”
“It means vigilance on our part, since there will be a few willing to give it a try. Mom/ dad can place matching sticky name tags on their children and themselves.”
“I love that idea, Shawna, brilliant! We can keep tabs on who comes and goes and if we turn it into a game…”
“Listen, I know you must be tired. I think we can call it a day. It’s been exceedingly quiet for the last half hour. Why don’t you head home? I’ll close up.”
“I’ll gladly take you up on that offer. I’m feeling beat. I’ll do the day end sheets, I’ll do them tomorrow,” Shawna promised on a half yawn.
At five o’clock, she closed the shop and was heading outside as Maggy turned into the parking lot. Cassandra waved tapped her head and went to retrieve her drops. She’d locked the door and turned to head toward Maggy when she spotted a man on the library steps. It was an automatic response, as one does with someone new and different catches your eye. Constable McKinney’s cautionary statement had her feeling edgy.
She immediately filled Maggy in on the day and Maggy in turn told her about the eerie feelings she’d had earlier spotting the guy on the library steps. Their discussion confirmed it was probably the same man but when they turned to look he’d vanished.
“I don’t know how long he was out there. I didn’t see him earlier. I’ll have to ask Shawna.”
Their next stop was the grocery store. Maggy couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that persisted, even though she hadn’t spotted anyone unusual.
Hauling the groceries inside they glanced at each other and said, ‘Moe’s’. Maggy made a production out of rolling up her sleeves before dialing to order two chicken souvlaki roll-ups and Caesar salads. Then they put the groceries away and flopping onto the sofa Maggy said, “Man I’m glad you agreed. I’m just not into cooking tonight.”
“No, nor was I.”
“Want to see what’s on TV, perhaps a movie?”
“Sure, whatever you like.”
Since they were comfortably settled, Porsche hopped up and rubbed against Cassy’s hand. He quickly settled himself across her lap demanding attention. “Hello beautiful.” Cassandra absently patted him as the movie played. He gently nipped her fingers and she let him relax into sleep as they watched the movie and he moved when dinner arrived.
Both Cassandra and Maggy felt equally unsettled. Cassandra woke feeling exhausted; she’d slept poorly in part because her eyes bothered her and as a result of the constables warning which kept playing over and over in her mind. Porsche lifted his head eyeing her sudden movements to mew so quietly she barely heard him. She reached out and gently ruffled his fur before rising. “Hey baby cat, you interested in breakfast?” He jumped off the bed and padded down the stairs beside her. Cassandra carried on with her usual morning routine, giving Porsche fresh water and filling his food bowl even before making coffee.
Maggy noted Cassandra’s pale cheeks and remarked, “Doesn’t seem as though you got much sleep either.”
Cassandra explained her troubled night and Maggy surprisingly agreed, “Same and I can’t exaplain it. There’s something about this whole situation that has me feeling uneasy. There was something about that guy on the library steps that just felt off. After the Constable’s cautionary words, well,” she left the sentenced unfinished.
“Your next appointment is in two days away, isn’t it?”
“How is your boss with all the time off?”
“I’ve got plenty of vacation time coming.”
“Well this isn’t a vacation, running up and down island, looking after me.”
“It’s ok by me, Cassy, really!”
Maggy kept her eyes peeled for anything unusual until they reached the shop. She didn’t feel any less anxious though.
Later, while dressing and changing the window, Cassy had Shawna kept tabs on the library steps in case he returned. Thankfully, the next two days flew by without incident and they relaxed into the new routine.
Dr. Jamison greeted her with a warm smile, “How are the drops working?”
“Painful, very painful. I don’t know if the cure is any better than the disease at this point.” A sympathetic look crossed is face.
“Other than difficulty with the drops, have you noticed any new developments?”
“I’m not really sure, Dr. Jamison. What is the prognosis, my vision certainly hasn’t changed, it’s a day to day, hour by hour, minute by minute scenario. I don’t know what to make of it.”
“Your eyes playing tricks on you?” he asked.
“Is that how you see it?” she asked.
“These trips are playing havoc with my business and our lives.”
“Cassandra, it’s essential that you keep up regular appointments! This disease is eye-sight threatening.”
“Stunned, she stared silently. His words made no sense. “What did you say?” She continued to stare at him as though he’d grown two heads.
“Your test results are in and unfortunately, they were inconclusive. We’re going to have to do another scraping to narrow the disease down.”
“Oh god no.”
“I’m sorry. I know it’s painful, Cassandra, but it’s essential. In order to heal your eyes we have to find an answer to treat you effectively. In the meantime, we’re going to change your drops and try something else.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I believe what you have is called Acanthameoba. The lab’s attempts at growing the scrapings has been unsuccessful so far. This disease has become problematic due to contact lenses and poor maintenance. However, we checked your solution as well as your contacts when you were here last. They were clean.” He paused thoughtfully then continued, “Another possibility would be through contaminated water. Have you had any accidents? Was something splashed in your eyes?”
“Acanthameoba is not transmittable it had to be introduced directly.” He paused before continuing, “This is primarily a third world country disease and the odds of it surviving are astronomical because since it cannot survive in cold climates.”
“Then how did I get it?”
“That’s one of the issues I’m trying to ascertain.”
“There has been some progress, your right eye has healed quite well. The drops I am giving you now are primarily for maintenance.”
“The left eye has progressed to a 17% ulceration ratio, which is a great improvement but we aren’t there yet.”
“I’m relieved to hear that.” Her remarked was echoed on a sigh of relief.
“It is a good sign, although it should have progressed faster than this. Still, I am considerably relieved,” he informed her.
“Continue these new drops as before, every hour. We will re-evaluate on Friday when you come back.”
“Should anything change, call me and get back here immediately. Here are my pager number and cell numbers. I am giving these to you because of the distance involved and because I know you won’t abuse the privilege.”
“I don’t know what to say. This is distressing news. I have never had trouble with my eyes and I take care of my contacts. This seem completely implausible, though obviously possible. I simply don’t understand how this could have happened.”
Hello dear friends,
It seems we’ve overcome the issues relating to the new site. It requires tweeking for sure, a change in format, design and colour, but it’s a work in progress.
It is a gift from my son which I am completely touched and delighted with as it will hopefully afford more opportunity to play with set up and design (the breakdown in code at the get go not-with-standing) lol.
So within a few days, you will probably notice many changes and I’m hoping no more issues.
I am really excited about this and once it’s running properly, I can add a few more interesting concepts I’ve been toying with.
So for now, take care, talk soon 🙂