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breath, I realized
in anguish that it was already all over before I could even move.
My legs were twisted one way and my arms another so that I
literally couldn’t move at all. He could dislocate my shoulders,
pop my hip out, break my back, crush my windpipe; he could do
anything he wanted to me!
    There was no overcoming either the strength
or skill that he held me with and I couldn’t help the little wail
of despair that escaped through my parted lips.
    I was afraid.
    I hadn’t been this powerless or helpless over
my own fate since I had been a little girl and had been forced to
watch my fathers’ brother rape and kill my own mother and then rape
me. I had never wanted this to happen again! I had worked so hard
to learn how to defend myself, but it was all useless to me
now!
    I started to cry softly, as I let my forehead
down to rest against the floor. His voice against my ear stilled my
breathing.
    “Fear is a terrible thing, but it can teach a
useful lesson. I know what the fear you are experiencing right now
feels like. I’ve felt it before too. You’re completely helpless,
and you can’t stop anything at all that I might attempt from
happening to you. I don’t enjoy giving you this fear. It’s not why
I came here, but it serves a point. Two men have died so far and
more are sure to follow and I don’t want you to be one of them.
You’re a good person and a good cop, a rare combination these days.
Those two men died feeling just what you are right now. Don’t be
the next victim to experience fear like this. Close your
investigation and walk away or this could be you in the near
future!”
    His words ended and he let me go and got up.
Shakily I sat up rubbing the soreness from my arms, acutely aware
of my near naked status. I was cold and the tracks left by my tears
across my skin were freezing.
    Where had he gotten to? I felt a blanket
drape around my shoulders and I latched onto it reflexively. His
big hands slid under my shoulders and he pulled me up to my feet
and moved me backward to sit me down on the edge of the bed. He
stood in front of me and I couldn’t bring myself to look up into
his eyes, not that much could be seen in the darkened room. But I
knew what he looked like from the sketch, which hadn’t lied about a
thing.
    I saw my phone light up and he placed it back
on its charging station beside my bed. “Your shotgun and bullet
clips are on the kitchen table. You need better locks and you
should have a chair under the door handle as an extra
precaution.”
    He stood there for a moment longer and then I
heard him sigh loudly. “You’re not going to give up your
investigation, are you Lisa?”
    I shook my head no and he sighed again.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    I watched him go into the bathroom and I
heard water run briefly and then he was back. He pushed me back
onto the pillows and swung my legs into the bed and then covered me
up with the sheet and coverlet. He placed a cold washcloth on my
head.
    “Try to get some sleep; heaven knows you’re
going to need it. If you need to get a hold of me you can reach me
at this number.” He placed a white card on top of my phone. “It’s
in use for one call only. So make it good!”
    He turned and walked to the door and pointed
to the handle. “Chair tomorrow night.”
    Then the door was closing. My eyes drifted
from the closed door to the ceiling above my head. What had just
happened? I couldn’t think about it right now. I was just too
tired. The aftermath of all the adrenaline that had been going
through me made me drowsier than I had been all day.
     

Chapter Five
Locksmith
    Bright sun was poring through the half open
blinds and I starred at the sunny beams dreamily for a moment,
before abruptly jerking upright in the bed.
    How late had I slept? I glanced at the clock.
It was after eleven! The captain is going to kill me! I reached for
my phone, which is when I saw the plain white card with a single
phone number laying on top of