BooksBarbecue
Back Stalker Save as PDF
Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
  15. 13
  16. 14
  17. 15
  18. 16
  19. 17
  20. 18
  21. 19
  22. 20
  23. 21
  24. 22
  25. 23
  26. 24
  27. 25
  28. 26
  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
  32. 30
  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
  36. 34
  37. 35
  38. 36
  39. 37
  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. 42
  45. 43
  46. 44
  47. 45
  48. 46
  49. 47
  50. 48
  51. 49
  52. 50
  53. 51
  54. 52
  55. 53
  56. 54
  57. 55
  58. 56
  59. 57
  60. 58
  61. 59
  62. EPILOGUE
  63. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  64. MORE FROM GEMMA ROGERS
  65. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  66. ABOUT BOLDWOOD BOOKS

She’s dyed her mousy hair and even her eyes are a different colour; but she smells just as enticing. Fear emanates from her, like a bitch in season and the scent sings to me. She’s nervous, wary, but I can tell she’s not worldly. Not like those other girls, faces painted; the fake whores pouting for likes on Instagram. Could it be her lack of experience that makes her tremble? Or, has she hunted me down? Is it a coincidence or has she worked out I’m the one who took her behind the café? I can’t tell. Not yet. This is going to make for an interesting game. But either way, now I get to taste her again.

35

SATURDAY 13 JANUARY 2018

I couldn’t sleep, wired from the evening’s events. Too hyped up from the adrenaline pumping around my body. I’d done it. Palpitations developed every time I relived hiding the camera with seconds to spare. He didn’t catch me though and now I had a window into his life. It felt good having one over on him, having the upper hand. Ben was at work and I took one of his beers from the fridge, sure he wouldn’t mind. I needed to relax but was jittery and unable to settle. I considered taking two diazepam, but I wanted to remain alert. The PetCam app had been streaming continuously on my phone since I came through the front door. I’d chewed my nails down to the quick, but all I was watching was Ian’s empty sofa. He was nowhere to be seen. Had he gone to bed? Unless he’d gone out on the prowl? The idea made me nauseous.

I had no way of knowing what he was doing unless I contacted him. It was gone eleven now, but I had his number. I tapped at my screen, composing a text.

Had a lovely time tonight. Looking forward to doing it again. Off to bed now. Eve x

I waited for my phone to buzz back, but it remained silent.

I finished the beer, took off my make-up and cleaned my teeth. Checking my phone every few minutes. It wasn’t until I got into bed that my phone finally vibrated.

I’m in bed too. Big game of rugby tomorrow. Looking forward to dinner soon. See you at the gym. X

Whether or not he was in bed, I couldn’t know. I couldn’t be responsible for what he did, it was down to the police and they’d failed to catch him. Which is why I was going to deliver some justice of my own.