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                 He felt angry with himself for being stuck in the bedroom. He had lost sight of the detective. He needed to find her again. He had to stop her. There was no way he could let her find him on her terms. He couldn’t run. He had no money. He needed to stop her. He had to get his power back. 
     
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    Vicky found herself waking on the bathroom floor the next morning. Her neck was sore and she had to move slowly to avoid pain. Looking at the clock on the wall she felt alarm rising inside her. It was 10:00am. She was late for work. Jumping to her feet she heard the chiming ring of the apartment’s telephone.
 
                 Taking a deep breath she forced herself to unlock the door and glanced around the apartment. Relief filled her as she realized that Ian was nowhere to be seen. The bedroom door was hung open and he wasn’t inside. She rushed for the telephone but it disconnected just as she was about to pick up the receiver. She cursed under her breath as she picked up the receiver and called redial.
 
                   “Vic? Is that you?” a familiar voice picked up almost instantly. She felt relieved to hear Paul’s voice.
 
    “Yes, sorry I’m late. Can you tell Richard I’ll be in as soon as I can? I over slept.” She explained. As though he had heard in her voice that she was about to put the phone down Paul asked quickly,
 
    “Hey, are you alright? You’ve seemed a little off lately.” There was worry in his voice. Vicky felt her heart swell with the idea that somebody actually cared about her.
 
    “I’m fine Paul. You don’t need to worry about me. I was just up late looking over the case. I’ll be in soon.” With that she put the phone down.
 
                   She was about to head in the bedroom when she felt as though somebody was watching her. For a moment she thought that Ian had entered the room. When she glanced around the room there was nobody there.
 
    “Hello?” she spoke with a confident voice hiding the fear that was swelling inside her, “Who’s there?”
 
                   That’s when she heard the sound of a window opening in the bedroom. Grabbing a knife from the knife rack, she entered the bedroom with it posed in front of her. Her heart stopped as she recog nized the man who had climbed in through the now open bedroom window. She stared in amazement as she looked at the handsome face of the man who stared back at her with a wide smirk on his face.
 
    “Detective Miller, it’s so nice to meet you.” He grinned. It was the first time she’d heard the voice of Tristen Lippman. She was startled to hear how well he spoke. He didn’t sound like the usual stereotypical criminal with the awful language of a gangster. If she hadn’t been looking at his grimy clothes and his greasy hair she might have actually thought he was a well brought up young man with a future.
                He looked down at the knife that was gripped in her hand and shook his head. He clucked his tongue against his teeth in a sound that told her he was scolding her.
 
    “I’m sure you don’t need that. I’m only hear to talk.” He laughed as he held up his hands with mock surrender.
 
    “What could you possibly have to talk about and why couldn’t you just use the front door if that’s all you want?” Vicky demanded. She gripped the knife tighter.
    “Come on detective!” he let out a loud hiss of laughter. It sent a shiver down Vicky’s spine. The colour drained from her face as he took a few steps toward her.
 
    “Stay where you are.” Vicky demanded, shaking the knife in his direction, “If you want to talk then talk. You can do it from where you’re standing.” He took a step back as though he was actually listening to her.
 
    “Ok but please just drop the knife.” Tristen’s voice shook as though he was actually frightened. Vicky couldn’t imagine that a hardened