“About two weeks,” I answered in a small voice.
“And this was delivered to your parent’s home in Rochester?” The other cop asked.
“Yes,” Mike answered for me this time. “Some guy came during Thanksgiving dinner and told Fred, my stepfather, that he had a package for Sabrina.”
Through Mike’s arm, I saw the young officer reach the last picture. His eyes widened in shock and interest and his hands lingered on it a little too long for my liking.
Mike’s too, apparently. Because he took another step towards the young cop before asking in a harsh voice:
“You done with that?”
The cop quickly dropped the picture and snapped the lid closed. I could see a hint of color reach his cheeks as he cleared his throat.
“Did you get a look at this guy who delivered the package?” he asked, “could you describe him?”
“No one saw him,” Mike said, “the doorbell just rang and Fred, Sabrina’s father, found the package there.”
“And this...person you suspect,” The young cop continued, “do you have any idea where he might be now? Do you know where he’s living or…”
Mike shook his head.
“I haven’t seen him in three years,” he said, “he got out of prison about two years ago. That’s as much as I know. His name’s James Mcbride. If you do a search, I’m sure you could find him in your system.”
The younger cop looked at the older one who said, slightly reluctantly, “Sure. We can take that. And we can take the box in and see if we can do a handwriting analysis on the note and take some prints. It could match someone we’ve got on file.”
“What do we do in the meantime?” Mike asked.
“What do you mean?” the young officer asked.
Though I was standing behind him, I could tell that Mike had rolled his eyes at the officer.
“I mean a crazy man is stalking my step sister,” he said. “She needs protection.”
The young cop and the older one looked at each other hesitantly once again. Finally, the young one responded.
“I know this feels really scary. But, honestly, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Chances are, that’s all he wants. To scare you. We get threats like this all the time. People rarely follow through on them.”
“Thanks,” Mike said sarcastically, “if he does come back, I’ll just try to remember that.”
The older cop heaved a sigh
“Look,” he said “if you’re scared, we can put an officer at the end of the street at night for the next week or two,” he said, “that should deter anyone coming back.”
“What about during the day?” I asked timidly.
“These guys usually don’t try to pull anything major in daylight hours,” the young cop answered in what I assumed to be a comforting tone, “I wouldn’t worry about that.”
Still feeling not at all assured, I watched the cops walk down the hall with my box of photos and photos of our painted door.
“I told you they wouldn’t be able to do anything,” Mike said as soon as I shut the door behind them.
“I’m sure they’ve got other things to worry about,” I answered. After all, this wasn’t a murder or anything. All we had were some photos, red paint, and a vague threat.
“In the meantime, they’re going to do fuck all to find McBride,” he said.
“They promised they’d try,” I reminded him.
“Oh, sure they will,” he answered sarcastically, “but, like you said. They’ve got better things to worry about.”
“Well that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” I said. “To make sure he doesn’t...do anything?”
I had to admit, the idea of a madman wandering the streets with me as his target was not comforting. But, the idea that Mike was here gave me a little more courage.
“Don’t worry,” he said more calmly now, apparently sensing my trepidation, “he’s not going to try anything while I’m here.”
I relaxed a bit at that.
“But, I won’t be here forever,” he said moving towards the pack he’d brought with him, he pulled out his laptop as he spoke.
“I’m shipping out again right after Christmas. I would feel a hell of a lot better if I could find McBride before then.”
He picked up his laptop, carried it over to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. I followed.
“What are you going to do when you find him?” I asked. “The police aren’t going to arrest him. We’ve got no evidence.”
“Who said anything about arresting him?” he asked.
“I just assumed that was all you could do,” I said.
“Not necessarily,” he answered cryptically.
Half of me wanted to press him further about it, but something in the tone of his last answer stopped me.
Instead, I pulled out the second chair at the small table and sat down next to Mike.
“So, where are they sending you this time?” I asked.
Mike didn’t lift his eyes from the computer screen where he was typing and clicking away furiously.
“You know I can’t tell you that,” he said.
I knew that. SEALs, when they did go out of the country, were usually on top secret missions. Which meant that no one, not even their family could know where they were or what they were doing.
“Doesn’t stop me from asking,” I answered. “I worry about you over there, you know?”
“You do?” Though he still didn’t look up from his laptop, I could see the corners of his mouth curve up into a smile.
“Of course I do!” I answered very quickly. “It’s dangerous what you’re doing. I know that even if you can’t tell me anything else.”
“I guess it is,” Mike answered. “Still, you shouldn’t worry. I’ve got a good team behind me. And, I can look after myself.”
“I know you can,” I said. “I’ll still worry, though.”
He looked up at me then and I felt my heart begin to beat quickly in my chest. His blue eyes stared directly into my brown ones, and I knew I’d said too much. I looked down quickly.
“We all do, you know? Me, your mom, of course. Even Dad though he doesn’t want you to know,” I said. I was talking so quickly I wondered if he understood a word of what I was saying, “I mean, we’re family. That’s what families do. They worry about each other.”
I heard a small sigh issue from him and I dared to look up again. Now he was not looking at me. His eyes had turned back to his laptop, but he was no longer typing. He pursed his lips into a thin line and, for one flash of a moment, looked almost disappointed.
Almost as soon as I caught the expression, however, it was gone. When he looked back up at me, he was wearing a guarded and entirely forced smile.
“You know what? Just for tonight, let’s stop worrying for a little bit,” he said as he closed the laptop in front of him.
“What should we do instead of worrying?” I asked forcing a smile of my own.
“Well, first we need dinner,” he answered. “Do you have anything to eat?”
“There’s ramen in the pantry,” I answered.
“That’s it?” he asked.
“It’s what I can afford,” I answered with a shrug.
He nodded and after a second said, “Okay, so a home cooked dinner is out. How about take out?”
We ended up ordering takeout from a cheap but good Chinese place I knew of up the street. The rest of the evening was spent watching Christmas movies via Netflix on my laptop as I didn’t have a TV.
Mike insisted that I pick out all the films. And, he watched all of them, even the stupid made for TV holiday specials without complaint. Though he did often offer his own commentary.
“I don’t get it,” he said during one (even I had to admit) particularly inane one about Santa’s daughter for some reason having to fly her dad’s sleigh on Christmas eve, “Santa comes from Saint Nicholas, right?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“And he was supposed t
o be celibate, right? I mean he was a Catholic Bishop,” he said.
“I guess he was,” I said, trying and failing to keep my mind on the film in front of me. This was particularly difficult because Mike had moved his chair so close to mine at the table that we were practically touching. I could feel the heat coming off of his arm.
“So, if he wasn’t supposed to have a family,” Mike continued slowly, “why is he always married in all these Christmas specials.”
“I don’t know,” I said honestly, “I guess they’re trying to make him more relatable.”
“He’s a guy who lives with elves, owns a pack of flying reindeer and flies around the world in one night,” Mike answered, “how relatable can he be? Even with a wife!”
I giggled at that before answering.
“Well, I guess, for the purposes of a romantic comedy movie,” I said, “Santa has to have kids so that those kids can fall in love with normal people. Otherwise, you couldn’t make romances that involved Santa Claus.”
“And that would be such a loss for the world,” Mike said sarcastically, I gave him a light slap on the arm before giggling again.
We stayed like that through the rest of the movie. Mike making silly comments and asking logical questions, me pretending to be annoyed by it. Me finding little excuses to touch his arm or hand for a second and feeling slightly ashamed of myself afterward.
Finally, at midnight, we mutually agreed that it was time for bed.
After I put on my PJs, brushed my teeth and washed my face in the bathroom, I came out to see Mike still in his day clothes sitting at the table with his laptop out. A focused look on his face.
“I thought we said no more worrying tonight,” I told him, walking towards the chair where he was sitting.
“I’m just looking at a few things,” he said without looking at me. “You can go to bed, ‘Brina. I’ll go to sleep in a bit.”
“Where are you going to sleep?” I asked. There was only one bed and while it was a Queen, big enough for both of us, I wasn’t sure it would be a good idea to have Mike sleep next to me. If I felt the heat from his body from beneath the covers, I was not sure that I would be able to control myself.
“I’ve got a sleeping bag and a pillow in my duffle,” he answered, “I’ll sleep on the floor next to the door. If anyone tries to get in again, they’ll have to step over me to do it.”
“Ok then,” I answered feeling both relieved and disappointed. “Goodnight.”
“‘Night,” he answered distractedly, still looking at his laptop with his brow furrowed.
As I climbed into bed, I snuck an interested peek at his screen.
What met my gaze was a picture of a large man with a shaved head, several long tattoos on his neck and sharp, beetle black eyes.
Something about the picture made me shudder even before I squinted to read the words underneath.
When I did, my heart began beating quickly in my chest.
James McBride
2450 Riverside
New York, NY
I knew that address. I knew where that street was on the other side of Washington Heights.
I swallowed, slowly sank down onto my pillow and forced my eyes closed.
All the same, I wondered how on earth I could expect myself to get to sleep when I knew that this madman, this crazed stalker, was sitting in his own apartment not two blocks away from me.
*****
He’d found me. Just like I feared he would. Mike lay on the floor in a pool of blood, dead. I whimpered softly as I looked into McBride’s black eyes. He was crawling towards me on the bed. I could feel his putrid breath on my face. He moved his hands with long nails like claws to my throat. I opened my mouth and screamed—
“Sabrina! Sabrina, wake up!”
My eyes shot open and as soon as I saw the male figure above me I began to wriggle and struggle to get away.
“‘Brina! It’s ok! It’s just me,” Mike said trying to hold onto my shoulders so that I would not wriggle off the bed.
I took two deep breaths as my eyes adjusted to the dark room. Finally, I realized that the eyes looking back at me were deep blue, not black. And they held concern, not malice.
“Sorry,” I said quietly, feeling embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” Mike said taking his hands from my shoulders and sitting on the bed. “Bad dream?”
I nodded.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked.
I shook my head ‘no’.
“It’s stupid,” I said.
“It’s not stupid to have a few nightmares after what you’ve been through,” Mike said.
I nodded and I slowly pushed myself up onto my pillow. Mike stayed seated at the edge of the bed watching me intently.
“You were dead,” I said after several moment’s silence, “he...McBride...he came in and killed you and then he came after me.”
I was both startled and ashamed to feel two tears run down my cheeks as I spoke. Mike moved his hand to my face and gently wiped them away with his thumb.
“Hey,” he said, “that’s not going to happen, okay? I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. You believe that, right?”
I nodded, slowly, not daring to take my eyes off his. His hand, which still lingered on my cheek was beginning to chase the nightmare from my mind.
“Do you think you can go back to sleep?” he asked.
I hesitated. I was less scared now than I had been upon first waking, but I knew I didn’t want Mike to go back to the cold, hard floor.
“I don’t know,” I answered. “I could try.”
Slowly, he removed his hand from my cheek and made as though to get up from the bed. I felt an empty, disappointed ache fill my stomach before I saw him hesitate.
He looked down at the floor, seemed to bite his lip then turned back to me.
“Would you...would you feel better if I stayed with you in the bed for a little bit?” he asked. “I mean, just until you fall asleep,” he added hastily.
My pulse was pounding in my ears as I answered.
“Yeah,” I said, “I...I think that would make me feel better.”
“Ok,” he said.
Somewhat awkwardly, he moved to the other side of the bed and moved under the covers. A moment later, to my surprise, I felt his large, muscular arms move around my middle.
He moved so close to me that I could feel his body pressed against mine.
“I’m here ‘Brina,” he whispered. “You’re safe.”
I knew I would not be able to sleep now. Though for an entirely different reason.
Mike’s warm body, the feel of his arms wrapped around me and the thought of his face nuzzled into my hair caused an overwhelming pool of desire to flood through me. And I knew this time, I would be powerless to stop it.
I moved my free hand to Mike’s arm and began stroking it softly, gently. I felt his body tense at my touch and, for a moment, I was afraid I’d gone too far. I was afraid he would pull away from me and insist on going back to the floor.
The moment passed, however, and I felt him relax into my touch.
The next thing I felt was the gentle press of his warm lips on my neck. Then on my shoulder. His hands moved from my middle and caressed my side all the way down to my leg.
I heaved a sigh as I felt him grow firmer against my body.
“God, Sabrina,” he whispered into my ear, “you’re so beautiful.”
I felt him place another kiss on my jaw line. At that point, I lost control completely.
I turned around in his arms and kissed him desperately. He returned the kiss with twice as much passion. It was not long before I felt the covers being thrown off of me.
His mouth still tantalizingly exploring mine, he pushed me onto my back. When I felt myself hit the pillow, the kiss broke.
Mike looked down at me, his eyes still pooled with desire, but I could sense a certain hesitation.
I didn’t have the patience to wait any longer. I couldn’t j
ust lie there wishing he would make a decision. So, I made one for us.
I pulled myself up from the pillow and moved my hands to the edge of his tight, white t-shirt. I began to pull it up, wanting to reveal his perfect, tanned abs. But, before I could, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I looked up at him.
“Sabrina,” he managed breathing heavily, “are you...are you sure you want to do this?”
I smiled at him and rolled my eyes before moving to my knees and taking his head in my hands. I moved my lips to his ear.
“I’ve wanted this,” I whispered, “for a long, long time.”
I heard him gasp before grabbing my hair forcefully, almost painfully and pressing his lips back to mine.
Soon he moved his hand to press against my breasts through the night shirt I had on. Kneading them almost desperately.
His other hand traveled its way down my long night shirt and moved between my legs.
I gasped and pulled away from Mike’s mouth when I felt his fingers touch me there...just there. The place between my thighs where I felt my desire building like a dam about to burst.
I saw him smirk in satisfaction out of the corner of my eye before he moved his lips to my ear lobe and nibbled gently. My eyelids flew closed and I let out another involuntary moan.
“Well, this is a fucking fantastic coincidence, Sabrina,” he whispered into my ear with a slight chuckle, “because, as it turns out, I’ve wanted you for a long time too.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted, I needed to feel his warm, firm body against mine. With a frustrated groan, I move my hands again to his shirt and, this time, wasted no time in freeing his torso.
I was slightly disappointed when he had to move his hand from its delicious space between my legs to get the shirt off, but, I was rewarded when he returned the favor.
“Tit for tat, that’s what I always say,” he said lifting my night shirt over my head.
“That’s funny,” I said with a slight giggle, “I’ve never heard you say...oh, god!”
His hand had returned between my thighs, this time, he dipped into my underwear.
“And I’ve never heard you moan like that,” he said. He removed his hand briefly and moved them to my hips. Before I knew it, he had shoved my panties off my legs and onto the floor.
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