Samantha Davies', 19 years old, life is flipped over after she accidentally flirted with one of the world's most notorious criminals. He is infatuated with her. Thinking she escaped him after moving to the US for college, she tries to start her life...
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"Here they are," the young lady said, handing us a few small notes, "I threw away the first few ones, but it's the same thing every time anyway. What are you going to do with this?"
As I glanced at the notes, before studying the house the lady stayed with her two kids, Sam explained, "He's a big fan of mysteries, especially folklore and that kind of stuff. Let's just say it's a hobby."
I grinned painfully, as the lady raised her eyebrows. Ugh, I wasn't a fan of this story she made up.
"Ah, alright. Are you going to take it to the police? It's getting kind of disturbing, honestly. Especially for the kids, you know?"
"I understand. And yes, we're going to call the police if we find anything." Sam glanced back at me, as I studied the open windows and saw that they could be opened from the outside. The ones to the bedrooms, too.
The holiday-cottages on this island were hardly well-protected, I noticed from our own house as well. It'd be way too easy for anyone to break into any house to get whatever they wanted.
"Please do. I'm seriously considering going back home at this rate. I didn't even tell Matthias and Eve, but they too are getting itchy."
"Yes?" I finally broke into the conversation. "What do they say?"
The woman faked a laugh and shrugged. "Oh, well, you know, kids-things. They dream about the scary man they heard about from their friends here. It's no fun like this."
"Can I talk to them?" I asked, making the lady raise one eyebrow.
"Well, well, Sam, don't get too enthusiastic," my girl interrupted, "Why don't I speak to them? If you're alright with that, of course." She looked at the mother, who's brows eased at her offer.
"Yeah, of course. Go ahead."
Why not me? I asked silently, throwing Sam an irked glance.
Because you're too old, she told me with her teasing expression. Oh man, how I wanted to show her all about my skills with children and prove her wrong.
I was really good, yeah?
"So, what inspired you to go after this, uh, mystery?" the lady asked me, awkwardly, as Sam crouched down with the little blonde boy and started asking whispered questions. She was doing it on purpose, I was sure.
I exhaled. "Well..."
"Yes?"
"Uh," I dragged, glancing around me for help. Professionalism was my virtue. I couldn't pretend to be a hobbyist. Ugh, stupid Sammy. I'd have her.
"What do you do for a living?" she asked instead, giving up on getting something personal out of me. Little did she know that this one was going to be even harder to answer.
"I, uh, accountant. I'm an accountant," I responded.
