Chapter 10: Chapter 10- Wrong Stalker
At the sound of someone speaking, all heads turned towards the door.
Polly was extremely bewildered at the sight of the familiar milkman standing at the entrance. He blinked cluelessly, seemingly puzzled by the attention directed his way, and Polly's eyes narrowed suspiciously until she saw her brother walk in from behind the milkman.
Her brother's face was stern, and his presence commanded authority.
"Sir Norman."
Norman dropped an envelope on the table. He didn't need to utter a word before the cops knew they had to check the envelope. The one in charge of the interrogation picked it up, and when he brought out whatever was inside, his pupils dilated as they were pictures of Norman when he tried to force himself on Polly.
When the cop didn't say anything, Clara snatched the photo from the cop so she could see what had gotten him so speechless, and her face turned ashen.
"This isn't for public view." Norman clarified to the cop, meaning whatever he saw in that photo was private information that should not be disclosed to anyone. Since he needed to clear his sister's name from all these silly charges, he had no choice but to bring them here.
Norman watched in satisfaction as Clara and Andrew's father shrinked at the image.
He smiled and said, "your son is not only a manipulator, but a fucking rapist!" Norman made sure his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, cause he needed the reporters outside to note this down.
"Forcing himself on my sister, I can only say Karma bitched him up before he was able to pull off his disgusting act, and shockingly enough, my sister is not the only victim." The disgust in Norman's green eyes was palpable. "If you try to implicate my sister, I will release more evidence of your son's heinous crimes, and forget about the world knowing how mental your son is. I will destroy your family if you come near my sister again. Do you understand?"
Clara's face paled drastically, apprehension kicking in, and Andrew's father was not bold enough to retaliate.
From their discussion, Polly was able to comprehend the images on the photo without seeing it, she didn't want to see it, she didn't want to be reminded of what would have transpired if Andrew didn't die, yet she wondered how those pictures were even gotten. The alleyway had no security cameras so….
Polly's vigilant gaze shifted to the milkman who was having a mild discussion with one of the cops, and an unexpected feeling of recognition dawned on her when he stole a glance her way, and she gasped involuntarily.
She hadn't noticed it before, but he was literally everywhere she went.
To zero in on her suspicion, his eyes were the same as the ones she saw last night– those eyes that caught her attention like a lightning spark in the blackened sky. Could it be?? No, it couldn't possibly be! Could it??
Still in an indecisive state of denial, she watched intently as the cop led him towards the main office.
Polly rose to her feet and excused herself, stating she needed to use the bathroom. Her brother's conversation with the cops provided enough opportunity for her to slip away unnoticed.
Once she was out of sight, she cautiously followed the milkman who walked through the narrow pathway that led to the chief militant's office– basically one of the highest-ranking police chiefs in Dunecliff. Her wariness only intensified.
What business does he have with the chief police?
Desperate to get some answers, she waited outside for five minutes, and when the milkman stepped out, she wasn't sure why her fury was up and a notch, but one thing was clear, he had to be her stalker! Cause why was he in every environment she happened to be in??
Refusing to have someone tracking her life like it was their personal tv reality show, she approached the milkman who was about to go on with his business, but had come to a halt due to her direct approach, and Polly did not hesitate to accuse him.
"You're the one who's been following me and sending me those cryptic messages! It was you I saw last night, wasn't it?" Polly pointed a finger at his face. She knew she needed to act calm, but she hated the idea of someone understanding her movements better than her. That same person also murdered Andrew, and who knows if she would be that next target.
However, the man in front of her seemed startled by her approach.
It was fleeting.
He was practically looking down at her while her neck was strained up like a giraffe just so she could meet his eyes. She took a step back, respecting the height difference, and most importantly, she didn't like his eyes.
His physical appearance was like the embodiment of sin; dark short silky hair under his white uniform cap, deep-blue violet eyes that reminded her of breaking dawn, and even in a milkman uniform, she scowled at how delicious he looked.
His height would probably be up to a 6 '5 or 6' 6, but unfortunately, she was too upset to drool over a hot freak that seemed to have popped out from one of those fantasy magazines.
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're implying here." He finally answered, sounding genuinely lost, but there was just something undeniably alluring in his deep voice, and it tickled her insides.
It was strange, a new feeling, and she didn't like this one either.
Bringing out her phone, Polly shoved it inches from his face and demanded. "Don't act smart with me, and you better be honest with what I'm about to ask you. This is a station, why are you here?? And today of all days?? I wouldn't call it mere coincidence since we've run into one another three to four times, it's like I don't go a single day without having to see your face within my environment! Why are you shadowing me??"
"I am just… doing my job, Miss Polly." He calmly explained, taking a step back to indicate he meant no harm to her. His eyebrows suddenly furrowed slightly, as though he just recalled, or rather, reached an assumption, and he inquired,
"Is this about the elevator incident?" He quirked a sexy eyebrow at her, "that day I was heading to the wrong floor cause I forgot to push the button. It's a regrettable habit of mine to wink at ladies I find attractive too. My apologies if my actions at all terrified you."
He sighed and continued, "I'm here because the police department often enjoys their coffee or tea with milk, and it's almost break time, I'm only here to offer my services. If you don't believe me, you can ask any of the officers here."
Polly's eyes narrowed suspiciously, as if contemplating his words, and she glanced at the phone in his hand to see he was using one of those cheap models. However, that didn't bother her, and in order to clarify her suspicion, she would call his line to confirm.
Still not letting him past her watchful gaze, Polly dialed the stalker's number and brought her phone to her ear, hoping to hear his phone ring. Her heart skipped when the call went through, but the man in front of her did not move, nor did his phone ring.
There was not even the slightest hint of hesitation in his body movement, and she would honestly regret accusing an ordinary fellow for stalking her.
The stalker did not pick up his call, and when it ended, her phone buzzed. A message notif flashed at the top of the screen, and to Polly's bewilderment, it was her stalker.
Stalker: Daring little Luna, aren't you?
"Miss Polly?"
The milkman's voice jolted her to her senses, and she looked at him.
"It's not in my place to intervene, but if you have a stalker, it would be wise to inform the cops. You're already at the station." He advised, sounding honest, yet limiting himself from saying much since he had no right to interfere in her business.
Polly tucked her phone away, and she pressed her lips into a thin line.
"You… you're right!" Honestly, she should have done this the very moment she sensed the unknown number belonged to a stalker. What is really up with her these days??"
"I…I'm really–"
"Miss Polly." The officer who was in charge of questioning her suddenly showed up, interrupting her apology.
"Can you come with me? I think there's something you need to see."
Gifts
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received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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