Stalking Her Sweetly - MINK Page 0,29
mind. But I’d know my dreamgirl anywhere, and that’s not her.
“I … I think I know who that is.” She stands, and I take her arm, steadying her as she drifts closer to the shrine.
My brain finally fires on all cylinders as a connection lights in my synapses.
“Lindsay,” we both say in unison.
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Jamie
Why? That is the only question in my head. Lindsay. I haven’t thought about her since college. We lost touch after we both graduated. She’s sent me a few random emails here and there but that’s about it. I figured she’d gotten busy with life. It looks like she’s gotten busy with stalking me. None of this makes sense. She seemed pretty normal in college. There hadn’t been any red flags that I can remember. I mean, yeah, she’d gotten her hair curled to look like mine and, sure, she’d borrow a lot of my clothes, but she’d never seemed to want to skin me alive. Right?
But this wall tells a different story. She’s obsessed. All this time I thought it was some anonymous killer, or maybe even Trevor, but I was completely off. It was Lindsay all along.
“I don’t understand. She stopped talking to me. If you’re obsessed with someone, why would you stop talking to them?” I ask Silas, who is still staring at the shrine.
“She wants to be you.”
My mouth falls open in shock because that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.
“She wants to be me?” I point to myself. “A girl who talks to her cat too much, thinks PopTarts are a solid meal and is obsessed with murder?” I cringe saying all of that out loud. Crap, I’m weird. Why the heck would she want to be me? “Not murder, as in like doing murder. I mean crimes and true crime or whatever,” I rush to add so Silas doesn't think I’m more of a nut then he’s already seen. Need to dial my crazy back a little bit before I send him running.
“It’s natural to be intrigued by serial killers. The rational mind can’t understand it. It needs to find reason, and oftentimes there is no reason.” He makes a whole lot of sense.
I can’t pull my eyes away from the shrine. She’s been so close to me this entire time. Chills run through me. She’s been watching my every move. How did I not notice her? My next thought is the one that really scares me.
If she wants my life, doesn’t that mean she wants Silas too? That makes me madder than anything. He’s mine. I didn’t watch all those crime shows to become the victim and for her to take my man. Over my dead body. Well, not really, because then she’d win. But you know what I mean.
“You’ll drive yourself nuts if you’re trying to figure out why she's doing this. You can’t reason with crazy. It just is.”
“Should we take it down?”
“No. Not for now. We don’t want her to know we were here or that we know it’s her.”
“She killed Trevor.” Why else would she be so comfortable being in his home? She knows he’s not coming back. What does it say about me that I’m not that upset about her killing him? She kind of did me a favor. I mean, I would never wish harm on anyone, but Trevor wasn’t a good man.
“Are you sad he’s dead?” His question startles me.
I open my mouth and close it.
“He hits women,” he says softly. “You dated him a short time, and that aggression came out.” His fists clench, then relax.
“I know. I think I only saw the tip of the iceberg when it came to him.” We hadn’t dated long. I’d wanted to break up with him after our first date, but he kept talking me into spending more time with him. I thought something was wrong with me, because I had no attraction to him. But when his true colors started to show, it explained everything.
I should have trusted that inner voice in my head that told me something wasn't right. Instead, I chalked it up to me making things up about him because I’d watched too many crime documentaries. Always trust that voice in your head. Lesson learned.
Silas pulls me into his arms. “You can say anything to me, and I won’t judge you. Know that.”
I relax into him. “I’m not sad he’s dead. He’ll never hurt another woman again.”
Silas nods.
“Let’s get out of here before she comes back.” I take one last look