Paul Rockwell was my next and final patient for the day. I returned to my desk and saw Camelia walk past my office window in her belted trench coat toward the parking lot in back. As she turned left into the office driveway to enter the lot, I noticed a red BMW coupe pull out of it and go left on the side street. Did it go that way so that it didn't have to drive past my office window?
That was the fourth time today. These red coupe sightings were no coincidence. I thought of calling the police to report it but I didn't have a license number to give the cops. And what good could they do? Unless I could prove it, there was nothing anyone else could prove. The authorities would bring in whomever it was for questioning – and the person would say it never happened. Then, I'd look like I'm the one who was crazy and paranoid.
I needed to have pictures and videos before I could go to the police.
Wait, maybe the surveillance camera at the corner of the building got it? I'd contact the building security office.
However, that wasn't the only strange thing happening in my life at that moment. When I checked my eFone for messages, I had a text from a number I didn't recognize which said, "I've been looking for you all my life. I love you."
While I had first hoped it was from Mara, I concluded it was an interrupted romantic interlude forwarded to a wrong number.
I was wrong on both accounts; I was being stalked and didn't yet know it.
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BY REASON OF INSANITY by Edward L. Woodyard
General FictionThis seriocomic psychological examination into the mental health of "The Shrink to the Stars," centers on a Beverly Hills forensic psychiatrist who is either driving himself crazy, being driven crazy or both - by either someone, something or both. A...
