She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

066 The StalkerContent from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Sebastian’s POV

I split from Adrian after his horrible accusation.

Ava doesn’t like Scar, sure. But she would never commit a crime. I don’t believe the innocent angel I met would suddenly turn capable of harming someone with cold blood.

24 hours have passed, and the cops found nothing. All they were able to do was to determine that both girls left home willingly, and disappeared from the security camera’s blind spots. How much does it take to fucking cover the city with some damn cameras?!

I don’t fucking need Adrian and his police bud! I’ve got friends, too! I filed a formal missing person’s request through a friend, claiming that I have reason to believe that my wife was abducted and being transported out of the city, and the feds were more than happy to intervene.

With one of the girls missing being my wife, and both of them my close acquaintances, I was questioned thoroughly before being kept on site-

The FBI determined this abduction case a crime targetting me, and though it’s not typical for a kidnapper to not reach out for ransom, it can happen anytime. They tagged my cell, my office, and home landlines, and they have been going through my everything.

Anything to find them, I’m willing.

My phone rings and the whole room pauses as I raise it to look. I keep my phone in my hand, waiting for the call of fate.

[Adrian Dunn]

Fuck! I cut his call and dropped my wrist, lowering my head to dissolve my disappointment. He has been calling me, and I don’t want to talk. The local police. don’t work well with the Feds. Not to mention, it would be the wrong direction to look into if they pin Ava as the criminal instead of the victim.

He doesn’t like Ava, it’s fine. But I won’t let him get in the way of saving the girls.

Quid pro quo. We have got leads on Ava’s kidnapper.] Adrian sends over a message. I want to fucking turn off my phone, but I can’t ignore his offer.

Des The Staker

Ava’s kidnapper?

Even if he is just saying that to lure me, I can’t pass on any leads involving Ava.

“Jim,” I call, and he glances at me, and nods at his men surrounding him before coming over. I show him my phone, and with a short moment of thinking, he takes my phone and calls Adrian.

“This is FBI Deputy Director, Jim Cooper. If you have any leads on the case, you have an obligation to share-”

He purses his lips when a string of angry outbursts blows out. I can’t make out Adrian’s words, but there is no difficulty understanding his feelings.

“You got yourself a deal,” Jim speaks calmly again after a moment, his eyes firm,” now the plate number.”

It’s a “maybe” number.

Adrian the jerk pulled up Scar and Ava’s phone record after all, and as much I hate it, their last exchanged messages did happen around midnight the night before, with Ava asking Scar to meet. The last location Ava instructed Scar to go was near the last footage that caught Scar that night before she disappeared into a blind spot.

Adrian doesn’t have much more, but he said he knew which camera a car has to pass, if any car want to pick up someone in that blind spot and leave without a trace. And surely enough, they caught a plate number from that camera minutes after Scar went in.

That’s a “lead” with a string of maybes piled together.

But that IS the best lead we have got so far.

“It can be something,” Jim soon comes to me with a pile of photos, all taken around the Fuller’s Villa, all with a car with that plate number in the shots, “The driver is smart, and he knows well where the cameras are. But he has been following Miss Ava for a long while, and he’s bound to be caught by SOME of the cameras.”

A stalker?!

Adrian was right about the plate, but not about Ava! She IS a victim

in this!

“So?” I flip through the photos, demanding to Jim, “You know the car now, you can locate it, right?!”

Dob The Stalker

“We are on it,” Jim nods at his men, “As soon as we sort out a timeline, we can pin it within a range.”

A range is better than nothing.

“Do you know this guy?” He pulls up the last photo. It’s of the driver.

The security camera never caught the driver. They have to pull up this photo from the DMV. And it’s one of those ID shots that captures a stiff look that you never use in real life. In fact, they can’t even determine whether the owner IS the driver in this case, or just a guy with his car commandeered by some random guy.

“Looks familiar?” Jim pokes the photo.

They think the kidnapper is someone I know- or, someone who knows of me. From what it looks like right now. It’s more likely to be a personal vendetta against me than a random crime.

But I don’t know him.