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Kaitlin sat in her cab as the driver continued to drive toward her destination. She wasn't really paying attention to where the cabbie was driving. It didn't matter; either way, she knew she would get to work.
He didn't want to hurt me, Kaitlin thought in amazement. I was afraid of him for weeks, and he didn't want to hurt me.
Kaitlin was somewhat relieved. She didn't have to worry about hiring the P.I. after all. Tomorrow, she would call up Jane and tell her that her services were no longer needed.
Yet still, something about her meeting with the mysterious stranger left her confused, and strangely thrilled. She was curious with how he could have known why she was crying, let alone her name. She would have doubted his knowledge of David's treatment of her if he didn't know her name. Did he do any research about her? If so, why? Why would he be so fascinated by her to want to find anything about her?
Kaitlin then remembered his last statement to her.
We shall meet again soon.
For some reason, Kaitlin hoped desperately that his statement was true.
***
Jane read and re-read the two files that were on her desk. She had read Kaitlin's file and found nothing incriminating about her; she had moved here in Chicago from Rhode Island two years ago, and went to college for a few months before dropping out. There wasn't anything in here so much as even a speeding ticket.
Her boyfriend, on the other hand, was a different story.
It had said on Kaitlin's employment records that her common-law husband was David Kobliski. Jane knew that name all too well by reputation, and it was especially a poor one with the local police department. She was now looking at the file which had been faxed to her by a friend of hers who was an officer. Jane shook her head, wondering how David managed to keep getting himself bailed out, let alone afford a decent lawyer.
Jane even doubten that Kaitlin knew of some of his conflicts with the law.
Yet Jane remembered how timidly frightened Kaitlin was when she saw her. Jane had a hunch Kaitlin was more afraid of David than this stalker.
The phone suddenly rang.
Jane picked it up. "Hello."
"Is this Jane Brown?"
"Speaking."
"Oh, this is Kaitlin Smith."
Jane nodded. "Kaitlin, how are you? I was just thinking about you."
"I'm fine. Thank you."
"What can I do for you?"
"Um, I don't think I'll be requiring your services any longer. I'm so sorry I wasted your time. I'll still compensate for the time you put in."
"Oh, it's no trouble. But . . . what makes you think you still don't need my help?"
"I met up with him. It turns out he's not as harmful as he appeared to be."
"Are you sure? Was this the first time you spoke with him?"
"Yes, but--."
"But nothing, Miss. Smith. He's still a stranger. You should be careful with whom you talk to."
"He insisted on paying for my cab fare last night."
"Oh. That was kind of him, I suppose." Jane hesitated. "Miss. Smith, I know it hasn't been that long since our last meeting, but I'd really like to meet up with you."
"Regarding?"
"I'd rather not discuss this over the phone. Could you come by tomorrow?"
"Um, no! That wouldn't work. Thursday will be alright instead?"
"Thursday at 10?"
Jane hung up, frowning.
Why was Kaitlin so afraid of meeting up with her tomorrow?
***
"Clearly, you have something on your mind."
Lucien turned and found John walking towards him. "How is it that you're a mortal, and yet you're so able to read me so well?"
John shrugged. "I've grown to know you too well."
Lucien nodded. "Actually, it's someone: a woman."
"That young lady you told me you met after that meeting all those weeks ago?" John arched an eyebrow. "You're not still following her, are you?"
"I actually met up with her. I told her we must meet again soon."
John gave him a concerned look. "You know that it may not work."
"I know. Yet . . . there's something about her that draws me to her. She's one of the chosen, John. I know it."
"But it's something more than just that, isn't it?"
Lucien nodded. "Yes, much more."
John looked him squarely in the eye. "Then defy all obstacles. Carry out your quest."
John walked away, leaving Lucien more encouraged than ever.
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