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3.
Stacy sat
in her usual shady spot out side her work, eating what appeared to Ben to be a
tuna sandwich on wheat and baby carrots. A few days ago she ate in a different
location and he had nearly called the police before he found her in her parked car.
He knew he couldn’t just continue stalking her like this but he hadn’t worked
out a better plan yet. His search for the name and whereabouts of the Black
Widow Killer wasn’t going well, which still left Ben with no real evidence
other than the self incriminating files in his apartment. He hoped it wouldn’t
come to it but he wouldn’t let Stacy get murdered to keep him self out of jail.
So for now he kept close tabs on her in the hopes of keeping her alive.
Fortunately for him, she led a pretty predictable schedule.
She took
her time, taking delicate bites, alternating between the two victuals; always
setting the food down between bites. He
wondered if her eating behavior had anything to do with her excessive
exercising. From what he could see from her partially opened drapes at her
apartment, she spent nearly all her free time on her treadmill.
Ben’s
interest in her complex character had only heightened in this last couple of
weeks watching over her. She was beautiful and successful; carrying her self in
a confident way that told most nerdy, lanky guys like him self to crawl in a
hole and die rather than try to approach her. But Ben knew her better than
that. Inside she was uncommonly kind, unsure of everything and generally lost.
In his further
study of her, he found a news paper article from her small home town near Butte. He learned that
she was thrown into foster care after her parents and older brother were killed
in a bear attack while camping in Montana.
A toddler at the time she was being watched by a neighbor, which became her
first of many short term homes. The credentials of her resume suggested to Ben
that she pushed herself beyond her unfortunate upbringing. Ben often wondered
why she couldn’t seem to see what an amazing accomplishment that is. Sometimes
he wished someday, somehow he’d have a chance to tell her what an incredible
person he has found her to be.
As he
watched her pack up her belongings through the screen on his phone; her soft
brown hair brushing off her shoulder by a breeze, He forced himself to
recognize that she was not the only one in danger. He was falling in love with
her.
To be continued...







