"Detective, come through." I lead him to the little interrogation room. It's not an interrogation but I need a place we can both discuss this.
"Have a seat. Would you like anything?" I've never felt so anxious. Back when I first started out my company alone I was definitely less anxious than this.
"I'm fine Ms. Swanson. I don't want to give you anymore trouble than waking you up so early in the morning but I'm sure you can understand why this couldn't wait till morning."
"It's no trouble, I wasn't able to sleep anyways. And oh yes I understand alright." He places a manilla folder on the table which I assume has everything on that person. I just stare at the file.
"It's okay Ms. Swanson, take your time." And I did. I take good 5 minutes just mentally preparing myself for the worst possibility that if could be someone close to me. Though I doubt that if it's a stranger it would make me feel better.
Even in my nightmares I haven't seen a face it's always a silhouette. I guess my mind conjured up  an image for the stalker. Now though I finally get to find out.
Here we go.
I reach across and pull the folder close to me and I open it.
Name: Franklin Mistrel
Height: 6'2
DOB: 28 November 1990
Age: 28
Occupation:Â Junior Computer programmer
Programmer. Of course that's why he was able track me through CCTV and easily hacked the systems. That name doesn't sound familiar at all though.
I turn to the next page and there it was, the photo of the stalker who has haunted my nightmares and the person who caused Ben harm.
Strangely I don't feel the satisfaction I thought I would feel. Though it is a relief that I do not recognise this person.
I close the file and push it back towards the detective.
"I do not recognise this person."
He nods. "Very well. We are currently tracing him and then the court will decide his fate."
There was a question that kept bugging me. "How did you manage to find him."
"See we'd been looking for him at all the places you've been and we've searched everyone you know. There was something we almost overlooked which was finding the person responsible for running Mr. Moretti off the road." I mean I briefly looked into that but there were no cameras there and Zander didn't remember much since he was pretty much blinded by the lights of the truck. He remembers that fact that it was a big maroon truck and the number plates were covered.
"There was a bystander that came forward yesterday. He saw the whole thing happen and he luckily took a video of the incident. The truck had some unique vinyls on it and a couple of stickers. We asked around the agencies and some of the drivers identified the truck." Seems it was a good thing I have the police helping me. Because let's be honest if that bystander hadn't gone to the police who knows when I would have found the stalker. Since he took so many precautions who knows if I would have ever found him. If that was the case I know one thing for sure; I would have never stopped looking.
"Turns out the driver had been suspended a few times and even fired from a couple of agencies. He's got a bad record so he stood out, plus all the other drivers I talked to told me they always thought he seemed shady. Richard that's the truck driver's name, do you recognise him?" He pulls out a photo and places it on the table. The man in the photo is around 35 years old. With just a stubble and no hair on his head. He had this creepy look to him alright.
His eyes were what stood out most. It seemed like he could stare into your soul and pull out your deepest fears. Those cold and angry eyes. Almost mocking you.
"So the truck driver is the accomplice then?"
"That's what the theory was until we interrogated him. He confessed that someone had hired him to kill Mr. Moretti. He was paid $25,000 for it. $10,000 advance and the remaining $15,000 after he had completed his task." So he's a contract killer.
"He gave us the description of the person that payed him. The sketch artist drew Frank and then last thing to do was to run his sketch through the system." At times like these I guess experience really comes handy.
"Well you have his address and work place address, are your people heading there now?" I might be a little impatient now but we're so close to this being over.
"We've checked his house and no one was there. His employer told us he's on a leave for 4 weeks. Like I said before we're still tracing him and I probably shouldn't ask you this since your the victim here but Ms. Swanson we'll need your resources and your help tracking this man down."
"I'll gladly help Detective Warren." Knowing what he looks like should definitely speed up the process of finding him. Frank Mistrel I'm coming for you.
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Detective Warren, Johnathan and I spend the next couple of hours devising a plan and all the ins and outs of it. Even though Johnathan isn't happy with the plan he doesn't have a choice. But then when is the old man ever happy with anything.
We have to lure Frank out and I'll be the bait.
I'll turn my phone back on, showing that I'm back in Melbourne. According to Detective Warren, Frank will want to see his obsession; Me; in person since I've been gone for a week. According to these guys he hasn't heard from me or seen me so he'll be desperate. I'm trusting them since they've dealt with cases like mine before.
I have to go somewhere public but with not too many people. I'll be there alone, but the police and my security will be hiding waiting in the shadows. Since we already know what he looks like, it won't be hard to catch him once he shows up. I'm thinking I'll go to a cafe just before lunch time.
I'll make it easier for him to hack my messages. So when I text my friend pretending that I'm seeing her at the cafe he'll show up there. The police will be ready if he tries anything.
Detective Warren leaves to get his team ready while, Johnathan goes to debrief his team and me well I'm going to hit the gym, I need to get my adrenaline pumping and I too need to be prepared if he tries anything.
We don't even know what that son of a bitch wants. I've never seen him before, so I doubt I've done him any wrong but then if he was out to hurt me, he would have done so already.
Does that mean I'm a prey? More specifically his prey.
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A/N:
Yesssss finally they are so close to getting him. Hope you enjoyed that.
What do you guys think? Will he show up? If he does, will the police manage to catch him?
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