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he asked me, looking none too pleased. “Yes,” I said, holstering my weapon. “What happened?” he asked, looking around. He saw Lyca huddled near the kitchen door. “She OK?” “She’s fine,” I said. “Just a little scared. What happened is the asshole who’s been stalking her tried to kill her. He shot through the kitchen window. He was probably using a silenced rifle with a laser sight.” “You’re damn lucky he missed, then,” the sergeant said, shaking his head. “You think I should call detectives?”

Maybe a tiny, stupid part of me still didn’t want to see Adrian as the enemy. “I’m not defending him,” I said finally, softer. “I’m just saying, storming his apartment isn’t—” “We don’t have time to sit and analyze it,” Sloane said. “This is your reputation, Kim. Alexander’s too. And honestly, your safety.” Alexander added. “This isn’t just gossip. Someone is stalking you. That’s dangerous. And if Adrian’s behind this, I want to know now.” I exhaled, long and shaky. Then I nodded. “Okay... okay. We’ll go.”

"She's been studying us." "For years. And Kael? Those three boys who were attacked? They all died in separate 'accidents' within six months of her return. Car crash, hunting accident, and a freak drowning incident. That's not all. Upon their death, she came on Ctok in a now-deleted video. And said those boys got their karma." "But was she active before their death?" Kael asked.

"We found photos of you and your girlfriend, together and apart. It looked like he had been stalking you for a while. We also found the clothes he had worn when he'd killed Connor Grey. They were hidden in his closet and the DNA matched. We're still investigating but all I can say for now is that your business partner was obsessed with your girlfriend. It happens when people think they're in love but by killing Mr. Grey, Duke Copeland had taken his obsession to the next level. There's no saying what he would have done to Miss Rutherford hadn't she ran from him. These kinds of cases are a bit hard to solve because we never really know when the perpetrator's behavior escalates. Most stalkers s

EVELYN Oh, for Christ's sake. Why do I have to deal with this guy tonight? Tonight was supposed to be the night I got to woo Robbie so I would have a date by Christmas. Then, I could finally bring a guy home so my mom would stop nagging at me about not having a date. "Are you stalking me?" I snapped at Nolan, who had the audacity to laugh at my annoyance. "Don't flatter yourself, darling," he said. "Don't darling me, dingbat. Why are you here?" I asked.

Savannah twitched her mouth stiffly and didn't know what she asked. Although it was the first time for her to hear the "Killing Order", she knew what it meant when she heard it! Did Callan want to kill her? How could he be so cold and cruel to her? "The 'Killing Order' is the ultimate hunting order of the four big families in Canada. Once the 'Killing Order' is issued, all the top killers of the four big families in Canada will take action. Even if this person has the ability to go to heaven and earth, as long as he or she is still on the earth, he or she will definitely not escape the end of death!"

If Kaila killed her here and wrapped things up, her department would not investigate her death, just like they abandoned her instructor’s murder. Kaila leaned in, her breath warm against Layla’s ear. “I will kill you here. You know too much, and you know what ends people like you? Death!” Kaila said slowly as Layla felt a cold, sharp blade pressed against her skin. She swallowed, her body went cold as her heart thumped fast in anticipation of her last breath.

com Dear Boss, I highly think stalking someone counts as a crime… as to why I ran, I’m afraid you have the wrong missus Sir. If that’s all, I would like to get back to work. Yours faithfully, My name’s not RED. I shot the email to him, resuming to my work with my head held high. Five minutes later, another notification pinged, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel like I wanted to pee. From: kadehawkins@elitemotors.com To: cassandrabates@elitemotors.com Red haired Cassie, Stalk—pursue or approach stealthily.

He knew my middle name before I told him, told me he was around the night my parents were murdered and now he was knowing my allergies. How much stalking had Caine did and since when? What new thing was I going to be shocked with again?

“You have pocket money, don’t you?” “I do. Those useless papers.” He grumbled. “This woman is hard to kill, right? You mentioned that she was supposed to be dead.” “Hey,” Stiles lowered his head. “You are known to be a notorious killer. You can kill her. You are older than her.” “Sure, get me gears. I will try to eliminate her.” “We need her head on a platter,” Stiles said. “Immediately.”