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I knew from my prying that Brian had created a Facebook page to connect with his sister. His sister, he smirked thinking about her as yet another lost soul. I shook my head to ensure no pity or mercy was directed at this brother and sister team. I went onto his Facebook page, clicked “like” (as Rachel Spence) and clicked on everything there, though not much had been posted. But all I needed was the connection anyway. I stayed about 20 minutes on that page before creating more connections.
I searched for Brian’s name and the law firm where he clerked. I searched the word “stalker” as if Rachel was seeking information on a problem she’d been having with a particular gentleman. After I was satisfied that I’d created and deleted enough forensic evidence to connect the two, I logged off and began phase two: the collection and distribution of DNA.
I needed to establish a cross-connection here. During my investigation, I’d noted that she switched jackets and coats depending upon the temperature. I took Brian’s hair and with a small needle weaved it in between fibers around the coat she’d be wearing next week as the temperatures were expected to drop significantly. I didn’t want them to fall off or be blown away by a gust of wind. As I sewed, my mind drifted off to the poor puppet himself, probably making copies and fetching coffee while simultaneously being set up for kidnapping, and what follows.
It was all happening. My own schematic was being rolled out right in front of me like a ball of twine. I felt proud of myself and wondered if Karina would be proud of me, too. But I knew that was a moot thought.
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life