Cass passed us the folder. “Serayah Flores. She’s a romance author. She thinks she has a stalker. She’s requesting a security detail to keep some creep at bay. If not, and this person tries anything, then you three will be there to stop them.”
There weren’t any photos of Ms. Flores or details regarding why she thought she had a stalker, so I asked Cass, “Why does she think she’s being stalked? There isn’t much detail here.”
Cass leaned back in his chair. “You expect me to do all the work?”
“Uh, no, of course not.”
“Good, because that’s what I expect to find out fromyou. Go meet with her and learn everything you can. Ask about her associates, her job, etc. I trust that you gentlemen will do a great job protecting her. King, after you read her file and meet with her, come up with a security plan and have it on my desk ASAP for review. No matter what, don’t let anything happen to her.”
Nodding, I said, “Will do.”
“Good. You have an appointment to meet with her in about forty-five minutes.” Cass got up and left the room.
I went back to reading the file.
Preliminary Details: Name: Serayah Flores
Sex: Female
Age: 35
Occupation: Romance Author
Marital Status: Single
Family: Tabitha Flores: Mother. Lives in Cupid City. Father unknown.
Associates:
Best Friend: Tasha Williamson. 30 years old. Bank Teller.
Friend: Jesse Harrington. Male. 33 years old. Firefighter in Whispering Pines.
Virtual Personal Assistant: Cara Wells. 25 years old. Does not live locally but will travel occasionally to attend book tours with Ms. Flores.
The next page included Ms. Flores’ contact details. She didn’t have many friends, but she did have several loose associates in the publishing industry, and who knew how many readers around the world? It looked like a tough case to crack.
I said to Chase and Mack, “Alright, guys, let’s head out to meet Ms. Flores.”
***
We arrived at Ms. Flores’ apartment building. It was tall and made of brick. Before we entered, we took in the exterior surroundings and searched for entrances, exits, and any hiding places around the building where someone could jump out at her. It was open, so there was a lot to look at just walking into the lobby area. I was surprised that you didn’t need a key to get into the building. It meant anyone could go in there, whether they lived there or not.
She was on the third floor, close to the elevator and the stairwell, which meant that if anyone might come to her apartment, they would have a fairly quick escape route. My mind was moving at warp speed, trying to process everything before we reached her door. Mack knocked three times. When the door opened, it felt like I was punched in the gut. “Sara?” I asked.
Mack looked at us and said, “You two know each other?”
