Dealing with Delta (on hold)

Chapter 22

They were all on his trail. The police and my security. They knew how crucial it was to catch him. They couldn't let him get away because then we would never be able to get him.

Johnathan stayed with me and he led me to the car against my protests. I sat in the car but I wouldn't let Johnathan get us out of here. I wanted.. no needed to stay and see for myself. I prayed that they would get him and bring him back in handcuffs.

I guess that feeling of something bad happening was right. My gut feeling is always right. The dread was just building up at a rapid speed in the pit of my stomach. I feel like I'm going to get sick.

If they got him, then this would be over. I'd get Ben and Zander justice even though it doesn't change anything, at least he wouldn't be able to hurt anymore people. I'd be able to go back to my life.

If they didn't.

Then I would live in constant fear. I don't even know and the what ifs are just not looking the bright.

Johnathan stood outside, every so often he would talk on the radio. His back was to me, so I couldn't see his expression.

We'd been alone for about 20 minutes now. 

Suddenly Johnathan rushes to my door and opens it. 

"They caught him." Oh. OOH. I'm so glad to hear that. For some reason though that feeling of dread didn't dissipate as I thought it would have. I see Detective Warren pushing Frank forward, with his hands which I assume are handcuffed. Frank is then shoved into a police car.

"Ms. Swanson, I'll need your statement. So if you'd meet us at the station we could get this bastard behind bars quickly."

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At the station he was placed in an interrogation room. Detective was interogating Frank while I was busy giving my statement.

It was honestly a little tiring. I had to repeat myself three times. It's almost been an hour since we got here. Detective Warren finally came out and told the officer in front of me that I was done giving my statement.

"Ms. Swanson, Johnathan, if you could please follow me to my office." The feeling of dread still lingering. I guess it might last a few days. I hurry to his office as I need to know what happened in that interrogation room.

"There was a working theory as to what kind of a stalker Frank Mistral is." He begins as we sit down across him.

"The most common type is a predatory stalker. They can stalk anyone they know or a complete stranger. They are usually the outcasts, the ones that have low esteem, have poor social skills and isolate themselves. That's not say that everyone that's like that is a stalker or has the tendency to become one." I've seen him in person and yes that sounds like him. He seemed timid and nervous, but then in his photo he was quite the opposite. 

Then again you can't judge a person on their looks, you'd have to get to know them.

"This type of stalker usually attacks the victim, usually sexually, and they are motivated by the promise of sexual gratification and power over the victim. Since Frank didn't show any signs of wanting to hurt you, we concluded that he's an intimacy seeker." The detective does put forward a good reasoning.

"I'm sure you can assume their motivation from the name. Similarly to the predatory stalker they are often isolated and lack any sort of intimate relationship in their lives. They can stalker people they know or complete strangers."

"These guys establish a fantasy in their head. They tend to believe that the person they are stalking is in love with them. Being as delusional as they are they will take any sort of response from the victim; even the negative responses; as an encouragement. It's very hard to convince them otherwise." I can't really say that 'yes that sounds just like Frank' because I've only talked to him for a couple of minutes.

Somehow I didn't get a vibe that he was seeking intimacy but then again he's a good actor. 

"As for Mr. Moretti and Ben." A pang went through my heart as he mentioned their names.

"Frank could perceive them as a threat or competition hence, he tried to eliminate them."

"Since Ms. Swanson didn't show him any response, he tried engage with you by sending you gifts." That last bit of information does seem to fit.

"Now for the good news. Frank did confess to stalking you for the past 5 years." My eyes were about to fall out of my head. 5 years?! I never noticed anything, what the hell?

"I know this has shocked you Ms. Swanson but the court hearing is tomorrow. We're looking anywhere from 40 years to life imprisonment. We'll of course push for the life sentence but in the end it's up to the judge."

40 years was a good start for me. At the least he won't be out till he's about 70. I can deal with that.

Johnathan just dropped me home. Home. It seems like I've been gone a long time. It almost doesn't feel like a home.

You know what I'm going to pamper myself. My car was dropped off this morning.

Without an exact destination in mind, I drive. I should get some food first since I didn't get to finish my snack at the cafe. I pull up to the nearest Italian restaurant.

I get seated in the furtherest corner, away from the crowd. Chicken lasagne without a doubt. The smell wafts up my nose, making me salivate. I dig in, without a care if anyone's watching. God the way the cheese melts in my mouth, the salty taste is to die for. It's been a while.

Next I head to get my hair done. Getting them cut just below my shoulders. I feel so light. Nails next!

For a change instead of getting the French manicure, I decide to get a nude base with gold glitter patterns. I wasn't going to go all crazy and get neon nails.

On my way home, I decide to stop at the beach and just exist for a few minutes without doing anything.

Luckily there weren't that many people. One because it's a week day and two it's because it's cooled down to mid twenties now.

Taking a seat on the bench, I admire the few people that are there. A couple of kids playing with two dogs. A family packing up. An old couple walking down holding hands brings a smile to my face. 

"You can have that you know." A voice from my left surprises me.

Turning I see a smiling face.

"What are you doing here?"

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A/N: I wonder who that person is. 

Any guesses?

Hasn't been proof read, please excuses the mistakes. It's 1:10am right now, just wanted to post this since it's been few days. 

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