Page 18 of Tinsel Time Treasure
My hands and voice shook. “Thanks for checking. I’m going to call the police.”
“I’m sorry.”
I mumbled something then disconnected the call.
Tears of frustration streamed down my face as I dug out the card for the cop I’d talked to before. I wasn’t sure if he was on duty, but I wanted to give his name to dispatch anyway.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes, I just arrived home at Serenity Heights Apartments, and I have reason to believe that my apartment was broken into while I was out. I’ve already spoken with Officer Davidson from the Threat Management Unit about a stalker, and I need assistance to ensure my apartment is safe to enter.”
“You said Serenity Heights Apartments? On Roadrunner Avenue?”
“Yes.”
“Are you in immediate danger?”
“Not… not that I know of. It looked suspicious from the outside, so I’m hiding around the corner.”
“What’s your unit number?”
“B-seven.”
“I’m dispatching an officer to your location, but it’ll be about fifteen minutes before they arrive.”
“What should I do until then?” I asked as I wiped away my tears.
“Stay in a safe location, and keep an eye out for police. Don’t enter your apartment until they clear it.”
No shit Sherlock.
“Ok.”
“Do you need me to stay on the line?”
I briefly considered it, but decided that there wasn’t anything else they could do over the phone. “No,” I muttered. “I’ll call again if the situation changes.”
“Understood. What’s your name so that I may provide it to responding officers?”
“Justin Sellers.”
“Ok Mr. Sellers. Officers will be there shortly.”
“Thank you.”
I disconnected the call, then considered what to do. I couldn’t see my apartment from where I had parked, so I wouldn't know when the police arrived. But if Frederick had found my address, then he probably knew my car as well.
I pressed the heels of my palms to my eyes in a futile attempt to stop my tears.
“Think Justin,” I scolded myself. “Park in front of the office and watch for them to drive in?”
I shook my head. There was a second entrance, and I couldn’t see my apartment from the office either.
I wracked my brain. There had to be something. There were no landscaping hedges or large trees to hide behind. While there were some planters, they didn’t provide good cover.
My eyes fell on one of the buildings, and it came to me. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do. Every ground floor apartment had a small porch with a half-wall.
I would be hiding right outside a neighbor’s front door, but I would be able to keep an eye out for the police while keeping my car around the corner.
