Chapter 106
The puzzle.
Detective James’ POV:
“How comes this person is a man?” The thought struck me, and I realized that there was a foul play somewhere.
“Kayla is female and there is no way that a man can be allowed into the female prison!” I said.
“There is something going wrong somewhere.” I said as I got up and went ahead to get more information.
I went back to the small town that we made the arrest to ask a few questions.
The inhabitants were a little bit reluctant to answer the questions. It felt like they feared that something bad was going to happen to them of he opened up to me.
Then, this aged man pulled me into his shack room.
“I am sorry for doing that but, I think you have been through a lot already!” He sympathizes with me.
“We have been leaving in fear all because of this gang!” He told us.
“They are very notorious, and they are known for making people escape from prison!” He revealed.
“Escape from prison?” I repeated.
“Yes!” The man replied.
“Thanks, but I think that is not our issue here!” I revealed.
“He was a stalker…” I kept mute after I got the message.
“Thank you, a lot!” I appreciated and decided to leave.
I sat at my desk, thinking of Kayla case again. But it was proving to be a tough one, and I was no closer to catching the stalker than I was when I first did.
I had asked around, talked to plenty of people, but nothing seemed to be leading anywhere. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was stuck. I was lost in my own thoughts, trying to piece together the clues, but nothing was making sense.
Was the stalker a man or a woman? That was the question that kept haunting me. I had thought it was a man at first, but the more I learned, the more I realized that it could just as easily be a woman.
I rubbed my temples, feeling the frustration build up inside me. I needed a break, a fresh perspective. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something, something important.
I stood up and walked over to the window, staring out at the city below. I was lost in my thoughts, trying to make sense of it all.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. What if the stalker wasn’t a person at all? What if it was something else entirely?
I turned back to my desk, my mind racing with possibilities. I needed to think outside the box, to consider all the options.
I sat back down and started going over the files again, this time with a fresh perspective. And then, it hit me. A small detail that I had overlooked before.
I felt a surge of excitement, a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I was finally on the right track.
I picked up the phone and dialed a number, my heart racing with anticipation. This could be it, the break in the case that I had been waiting for.
“Hello?” a voice answered on the other end of the line.
“Detective James here,” I said, my voice firm.
“I need to ask you some more questions.” I said.
I asked my questions, my mind racing with possibilities. And then, I heard something that made my heart skip a beat.
“I think I know who might be behind this,” the voice on the other end of the line said.
My heart raced as I grabbed my pen and paper. “Who?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
And then, I heard the name. A name that I had not expected, but it made sense. It all made sense now.
I thanked the person on the other end of the line and hung up the phone. I had finally found the lead I was looking for.
I stood up, my heart racing with excitement. I had solved the case. I had found the stalker.
And then, I realized something. The stalker wasn’t a person at all. It was something much more sinister.
I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the truth. The stalker was a con man.
I knew that there was a lot for us to do. Kayla from the stalker.
But asking Kayla a few questions, will not hurt. I thought and I proceeded to questioning her again.
I sat across from Kayla, studying her body language. She seemed nervous, fidgeting with her hands and avoiding eye contact. I knew she was hiding something, but I didn’t know what.
“Kayla, do you know anything about the man who has been stalking you?” I asked, my tone firm but gentle.
“No, I don’t know anything about him.” She shook her head, her eyes darting around the room.
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical.
“Are you sure? You’re not hiding anything from me, are you?” I asked her.
“No, I’m not hiding anything. I have no idea who this man is or what he wants.” She hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper.
I leaned forward, my eyes locked on hers.
“Kayla, I need you to be honest with me. I can’t help you if you’re not truthful. This man has been following you, watching you, and I need to know why. Is there something in your past that’s connected to this?” I told her.
She shook her head again, her eyes welling up with tears.
“No, there’s nothing. I don’t know why he’s doing this.” Kayla broke into tears.
I sighed, my gut telling me that she was lying. But I couldn’t push her too hard, not yet. I needed to keep her talking, needed to get to the bottom of this.
“Okay, Kayla. I will take your word for it. But if I find out you are hiding something from me, there will be consequences. Do you understand?” I asked her.
She nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor. I knew she was hiding something, and I was determined to find out what.
I continued to question her, trying to get to the truth. But she stuck to her story, insisting that she didn’t know anything about the stalker. I knew she was lying, but I couldn’t prove it yet.
As the interview came to a close, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Kayla was hiding something big. And I was determined to find out what it was.
“But I need to get back to my work board to strategize.” I thought.