Eleven Days: An Unexpected Love (43 page)

"Mike you will have to trust me when I tell you, he knows everything about you. From the minute
she
made plans to vacation there, he researched everything about the beach house. Do you want to know the one glitch he
was
n't expecting, and it's probably saved your life?"

Mike leaned forward on the couch, listening. "What
's
the glitch?"

"He didn't expect for you to hang around
or the two of you to fall in love
. Falling in love saved both of your lives. Stalker's who are as methodical as t
his
guy doesn't like bumps in the road. Your love caused a bump. But I guarantee he's working on a plan as we speak."

Mike and
Lana
looked at each other, and all Mike could say
was
. "Wow."

Raymond
took
many notes, at least eight pages. He reviewed
his
notes and asked a question. "Ken,
would
he work
with
someone? We found two different blood types."

"I'll have to think on
that
one because they usually work alone. Where were the specimens found?"

"One specimen
was
on Ms. Border's mouth and the other
was
found under the bedroom window, where he masturbated."

"I hate to get personal but what were
Lana
and Mike doing?"

She
looked around and not one agent
glanced
her
way
, or Mike
's
. Oh God, how Mike answer
that
question?
She
didn't want everyone to know their private moment. Softness in
his
eyes reassured
her
.

Mike answered. "We were being intimate." He couldn't have said it better. He never mentioned details.

She
leaned in to Mike and w
his
pered. "Thank you."

"I'll be honest I'm a little confused about the partner. T
his
part does not fit the profile. Let me do some research and I'll get back to you on
that
. Most stalkers masturbate and they can't help themselves. Even if he sees or hears
Lana
and Mike he can't help himself because he visualizes it is him instead of Mike. Unless Lana's blood type is A+ I don't get it. I'm thinking he probably got some of
her
underwear and masturbated while holding the underwear, and listening."

Now
she
knew why Mike asked about
her
blood type.

Joe
was
methodical himself by taking many pages of notes. He turned several pages and asked. "Why didn't he kill Mike
with
the knife while …" He paused for a minute while looking at
his
boss. He wanted to ask t
his
delicately. "…they were intimate?"

"Hi Joe, it's nice to hear from you again, the last time I talked
with
you
was
at the academy. Mike you got yourself a great cadet and Joe you got on a great team
with
Mike. I don't know if you all know t
his
, but Mike has the most felony arrests in the U.S. Marshal
his
tory."

All the agents looked at Mike because they didn't know their boss held
that
record. Joe responded. "No sir, we didn't know
that
and we're not surprised either."

Ken paused to think. "To answer your question, he didn't attack Mike and
Lana
because
the attack
will happen on
his
terms. He might confront them both, but he will attack when
he
is ready. The knife in the steak
was
to let Mike know he
was
there, and t
his
is what will
happen to
him
. He
was
letting them know he knew what they were doing and he didn't like it.
That
might have been some sign
that
he lost control. He's very angry at Mike and maybe at
Lana
."

Ken gave some advice to
Lana
. "
Lana
, if you are face to face
with
him, and I hope you're not. Ask him for
his
forgiveness and ask to go
with
him and
that
might buy some time and save yourself or an agents life." They could hear papers shuffling again. "I think
that
's all the information I have right now. Do any of you have any more questions?"

Mike answered. "Not now, we hope to have the DNA results when you get here and maybe we'll have some more information for you. Thanks a lot Ken and we'll see you when you get here."

"I look forward to it, be safe."

Everyone looked at each other and then looked at
Lana
.

How did t
his
happen,
she
just didn't understand how t
his
could happen to
her
.
She
glanced around the room and saw all the guys looking at
her
with
pity.
That
pissed
her
off
so much s
he
stomped
her
foot
with
anger. "No more crying, and no more bull shit. Let's do what it takes to get t
his
son-of-a-bitch. I want a gun or someone take to me to buy one. I am not going down
with
out a fight. By the way, I grew up
with
guns and I'm not afraid to use one and I know how to use one. Does anyone have any questions? Good."
She
looked around the room and added. "I have one thing to say, as the bold passengers stated on the hijacked plane on September 11,
let's rock-n-roll
."

All the agent's mouths flew
open in shock.

Now
she
's pissed. And
she
told them so. "By the way I know you all don't know me, but I'm half Indian and half Irish, and
that
's a lethal combination. Is there any cheese cake left, I'm hungry."

Joe
was
the first to say anything. "I ate the last piece."

All the agents laughed and
she
even had to smile as
she
walked in the kitchen.
She
didn't think
she
had ever been
that
angry. There is a point in
her
life
she
had to take a stand. As a woman
she
had to defend herself and family.
She
was
n't going to cry or hide from t
his
freak anymore. No more tears for him.

Mike followed
her
into the kitchen and put
his
hand on
her
shoulders and said.
"Remind me never to make you mad at me
. I'll take you out to shoot and I will make sure you know how to use my Glock."

"Mike, I promise I know how to use a gun. The only thing I ask of you is can you send deputies to protect my children in case he goes after them. And
that
may not be a bad idea for you as well. Keep in mind he's methodical. And he hates you for taking me away from him, so he might try to get even."

"I will do
that
."

"Mike, there's one more thing. I will kill him. Killing him might be a legal and ethical issue for you. The only way you can stop me is kill me."

"What?"
His
mouth dropped open. Never has he had anyone tell him they're planning a murder.

"You heard me I have no ethical dilemma killing the son-of-a-bitch. You heard Ken, he's probably killed many, and we know he killed two people, maybe three. You may not be able to shoot him, but I can. The only way you can stop me is shoot me. If you have a problem
with
that
maybe one of us should leave. Leave me a gun and maybe you all should leave and I'll wait for him."
She
didn't think
she
had ever been t
his
mad. Nor could
she
believe
she
allowed herself to store up so much anger.

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"More than I've ever been in my entire life."

Raymond walked in and told Mike. "The footage is in from the airport."

Mike looked at
her
with
a smile and said. "Are you ready to use
that
anger to find t
his
guy at the airport?"

She
took Mike's arm and said. "I'm sorry for being so angry, but a girl can only take so much. I know I physically can't fight him, but I can sure shoot him."

Mike hugged
her
and kissed
her
booboo on
her
forehead and said. "You can let off steam anytime you want. All of us guys let off steam all the time. At the office we have a punching bag to hit. But please don't hit me, not
with
your temper
you might knock me out
, with one hit
."

She
gave him a hug and said. "Set up the video and I'll make a pot of coffee and I will be there in a few minutes."

Mike sat down on the bar stool so they
would
be eye level. "Are we good?"

"Yes,"
she
answered. When he walked out of the kitchen,
she
took a deep breath and took a moment for
her
hands to stop shaking.

*****

"Honey, I want you to sit where you have a good view."

"Okay."
She
grabbed
her
mug of coffee and sat in the middle of the floor, it appeared to be the best view
with
no glare on the TV.

Mike
was
so sweet he came over and sat down beside
her
. Then
she
notice Joe and Raymond sat on the floor
with
their pens and pads on the coffee table ready to take notes.

"You guys don't have to sit on the floor next to me."

Joe sat right next to
Lana
and said. "I'm here for you to protect me. I bet you have a killer right hook."

They all laughed.

They watched for about an hour, and then
she
saw him. "There he is. See he's walking up to me and he sat next to me, there, did you see it he touched my purse? I don't remember him having on a hat. Wait a minute, I don't talk to him. Look he sits two chairs over
from me
.
That
's when he plants the tracking device. Keep watching he comes back and he has on different clothes."

All the agents
glanced
at each other. They knew t
his
was
part of the profile, methodic
al. Sure enough it happened. H
e walked up in different clothes and no hat. He looked right at the camera. "Bingo, we gotcha," said Mike grinning. All the men were whooping and hollering again.
She
knew how they felt.

"Joe, it's your turn up to bat. Work your Picasso and let's send
his
picture to all law enforcement. Also run it through the database. You know how to work your miracles."

"Yes sir,
with
pleasure."

Mike
put
his
arms around
his
sweetheart and said. "Babe, you did a great job. I will never doubt your memory." He leaned over and w
his
pered. "James
would
be proud of you and so am I."