Identity Illusion

Chapter 3

Ryan had slept heavily, very heavily. He had washed down his bottle of red wine with a couple of single malt whiskeys whilst he enjoyed watching Claire through his purpose built voyeuristic portal. As the early morning sunlight crept through the cracks in the blinds he groaned.

His head ached and he needed coffee.

Dragging himself out of bed Ryan moved to the kitchen and put a pot on the coffee machine. In seconds the brew was bubbling away deliciously and he already felt better. He smiled. What a life. He was paid handsomely for a job he enjoyed, although he understood why the Government paid him so well, as not everyone would want to interrogate and kill. He was fine with it, always had been, and now it meant that he worked maybe a week out of every month, the rest of the time he was free to pursue his own activities, one, the main one, of which was Claire Jensen.

By the time he had almost emptied the coffee pot and showered Ryan felt like himself once more. He smiled at the images from the camera portal and he made his way down to the basement to review the images. As the screen burst into life he selected the camera from during the night. Eight hours of footage, a lot to review, but Ryan had perfected the technique of fast forwarding without missing the interesting bits. 95% of the night camera shots showed Claire in bed. Even though he could not zoom in he could film on night setting which made it appear as if he was simply filming through a night camera. He could see everything.

Claire was eighteen years old, that much he knew about her. He also knew that she shaved between her legs because he had caught her once on camera and that fuelled his appetite for further voyeurism, and more ... He pressed the x6 fast forward option, as that moved quickly enough for him not to get bored but slowly enough for him to see and follow the screen image. He settled down and began to flick through. To start with he could see nothing, as she moved between the various rooms attempting to clean the apartment quickly. It was clearly a job she hated doing, and before long she was sitting cross legged watching TV eating food from a tray.

Boring.

He fast forwarded to the point where she appeared to have fallen asleep on the couch and he took a moment to study her face. Beautiful. She was a truly remarkable looking girl. Literally the image of her mother but in a nubile teenager's body. He shifted in his seat. Damn camera zoom, he needed to be closer to her!

It took another two hours of footage before Claire woke, cleared her dishes and went to bed. Ryan smiled as he knew he would catch a glimpse of her skin now as she washed and changed into her night clothes, and he was not disappointed. A clear full frontal view of her body, including hairless mound and stiff tipped breasts, was his reward. He saw her like this in both the bathroom and the bedroom and he sighed.

He wanted to see more of her, much more.

He wanted her. Period. He would have her.

Once Claire got into her bed he stopped watching, so consumed was he with his need to have her in his life, whether she wanted to be in it or not. He would send her another "mommy" email soon, but not yet, he had other plans first, plans that would fill his day.

It was early evening when he took his table in the Starbucks opposite Claire's apartment block. He had driven up from his place in Hooper Bay, to Alakanuk. It was convenient that the Jensen's lived within a hundred miles of his base, it meant he had easy access to them physically as well as over the Internet.

It was a ground floor apartment, and he knew she had a window facing the coffee house. He switched on the camera portal using his iPad, then cursed as the damn wifi, even though it was free in Starbucks, slowed down to a halt in this godforsaken outpost of a town. He had to wait nearly ten minutes for enough signal strength to open the portal, but when reception came it stayed, and grew stronger. He saw she wasn't home. Where was she! This thought fed his appetite and his obsession with this girl. He watched the portal. Seven pm became eight pm, then nine pm ... Where was she?