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“And the cops?” Keene asked. “You said they had enough to arrest him for stalking.”
“They do,” I said. “But they move at their own pace. And since I can’t influence that pace, I’m going to reiterate what I want, and hope that he follows through.”
Keene nodded. “I’ll stay with Hades.”
It wasn’t five minutes later when the first dance/wedding slideshow started.
“Here we go.”
The dance started, and then the photos started, too.
At first, they were normal couple photos.
Benji and his wife looked good together.
Really good together.
But something always looked off in their photos, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on as to why.
Then the photos that Folsom added started.
At first, people thought it was a joke.
The first one was a vibrator that had been sent to Tony.
Then there was the massive dildo labeled ‘horse cock’ and the white, dried remains of what had to be spunk all over it.
The photos continued until the last one followed up with one of the latest ones.
The photo of Benji hand delivering the latest ‘package’ to the guy that had driven it halfway across the country.
Then the last photo was of the package I’d had my guy pick up.
In the package was a lacy pare of crotchless panties. And a note that said ‘wear this and think of me.’
The crowd was murmuring loudly now, and the couple that’d been blissfully dancing away, unaware of the commotion surrounding them wasn’t a good thing, but a bad one for them, finally looked up.
The music had stopped, and then a girl was whispering in the bride’s ear.
Benji was now staring at his package in horror.
Oh, he knew he’d been caught.
Now it was time for damage control.
The bride whirled and stared at Benji, saying something to him.
He caught her arm and led her back to an area that was behind the bar.
Then they disappeared into the back room.
I took that as my cue.
“Watch her, Keene,” I ordered.
He took my spot, not wrapping his arms around her, but getting in close all the same.
I threaded my way through the whispering crowd, hearing conversations about the slideshow.
“What do you think that was about?” one asked.
“Whoa, that was Benji and that was his package. Look, it’s the same card that you saw him writing on a few pictures before the end,” another said.
I passed them all, my smile growing.
It was good that the room was filled with law enforcement. They’d understand the significance and see the clues.
They’d be able to put two and two together and get ‘stalker’ out of it.
There was a man standing near the bar, but I bypassed him and walked right into the back room behind it.
The bride was now yelling at Benji.
“What the hell was that?” she screeched. “Benji, that was weird!”
That wasn’t weird.
It was sadistic is what it was.
The door closed behind me, and the two people looked over.
The woman looked confused. Benji just looked angry.
“Who are you?” Joan asked.
Joan, the bride, sounded pissed.
“You don’t know me. But I know you,” I said. “My name is Hannibal Peters, and I’m a security specialist.”
Joan tilted her head. “Okay.”
My eyes went to Benji.
And, maintaining eye contact with him, I said, “I’m a security specialist that was hired by the Singhs.”
I saw the moment he comprehended.
He opened his mouth, but I spoke over him.
“Over the past six months, I’ve been investigating, and guarding, a woman named Caristonia Singh,” I said. “She originally called me because she was receiving alarming packages from a stalker that she couldn’t find to stop.”
Joan inhaled.
“You think it was Benji?” she asked.
“I know it was Benji,” I corrected. “We have video evidence of him on three instances delivering these packages. We also know that he has been doing this for years. At least three.”
“That’s preposterous,” Benji disagreed loudly.
I didn’t bother to correct him.
Instead, I said, “We have taken out some protection orders. All members of the Singh family have taken them out. Tomorrow morning, you should be receiving paperwork on those.” I tilted my head. “You know, which is how protection orders should be handled.”
Joan made a sound in her throat.
She knew what I was talking about seeing as she was a helpful person when it came to obtaining one on Hades with no evidence and no delivering of materials to the party that was accused.
“As of right now, I am just informing you that should you come around any members of the Singh family, you will be treated as a threat by security,” I said. “My company does not play.”
Joan’s back stiffened.
“Do you know who I am?” she asked.
I looked at her then. “I know that you are a clearly deceived woman that has no clue about the man she married today.”
Joan’s mouth fell open.
“I know that you think that badge you carry around with you gives you power you don’t have,” I said. “I also know that you know the letter of the law, and you know that you shouldn’t be doing some of the things you’re doing. And no matter how much you try to hide it, there is always evidence. Especially with technology what it is today.”
