INTRUSION (Whitney Holmes Series) Read Online Free

the closet, just to make sure no one was in there, I really hated being so scared.
    The next day, I didn’t have a flower on my locker, but I had a note sticking out of it. In cut-out letters from a magazine, it said,
    “ You look beautiful, today.”
    I remembered what I told my dad about keeping evidence, so I tucked the note in my purse. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. All the kids at the school were doing normal things like taking their books out of their lockers and talking.
    It was hard to concentrate at school because I felt like I had a bomb in my purse. I was glad my dad was going to talk to a police officer today to see if I was in any danger.
    At lunch, my usual crowd sat on some bricks outside of the cafeteria and ate lunch.
    I bought my lunch at school and I always had. I don’t think my mother ever considered making brown-bag lunches for me and my brothers. I think she thought we were getting a healthy hot meal every day. Most of the time, I bought a fried burrito at the school snack bar. It was not the healthiest meal I could have chosen, but they were tasty and it was a habit that was hard to break.
    I told Chanda quietly about the note and she said she was glad we were going to talk to the police.
    That evening when my dad came home, he called the police. They said they would send someone over to look at the note and get a statement from us. I was really nervous about the police coming over.
    There were no sirens when they drove up and two male officers came up our walkway. They knocked on the door and my father let them in. We all went and sat in the living room. I had the note on our coffee table, waiting for them.
    “Hello, I am Officer Stan Mitchell and this is Officer Robert Malcolm,” the tallest of the two officers said.
    “ I am Paul Holmes and this is my daughter, Whitney,” my father said. My mom had taken the boys out for an ice cream.
    We all shook hands and my father offered the officers a seat and we all sat down.
    “We understand there might be a stalking situation here?” Officer Stan Mitchell said.
    “ We really don’t know,” my father said.
    “ Why doesn’t Whitney tell us what has happened and we will make our assessment,” Officer Malcolm said.
    I was embarrassed to be put under the spotlight. I went ahead and talked because they were there and I didn’t want to waste their time.
    “The first thing that happened was some older guys, around thirty-something, tried to sit by my friend Chanda and I at the movies. We had to move twice and finally, I told them that if they didn’t stop bothering us, I was going to get a movie usher to kick them out.”
    “ That’s significant,” said one cop and made notes on his clipboard, “Then what happened?”
    “ When we got home, someone sent me a text saying it was good that I didn’t sit by those creeps or something like that,” I said.
    “ Chanda is who?” Officer Mitchell asked.
    “ She is my best friend, she lives next door. Her name is Chanda Kingsley,” I said.
    “ Okay, go on,” Officer Malcolm said.
    “ The next day, my family and I had pizza after church and then someone sent me a text asking if it was good pizza,” I said.
    “ Okay. Weird, but not too weird,” Officer Mitchell said. “A pizza parlor is a public place. Was it from a blocked number?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ Anything else happen?”
    “ Yesterday, someone put a rose on my locker. I threw it away immediately and when I got home, a blocked number called me. I picked up the phone and the person said in a disguised voice, ‘you shouldn’t have thrown away my rose’ and then he hung up,” I said.
    “ Weirder,” Officer Malcolm said.
    “ Today, I got this note taped to my locker.” I carefully pointed to the note on the coffee table and both officers put on gloves to look at it.
    “ I would say you definitely have a stalker,” Officer Mitchell said.
    “ That’s what I was worried about.”
    “ We need you to come down to the