Once she understand, she would calm down and stop fighting him. She’d know they were meant to be together and would accept that.
As her car pulled out of the parking lot, he watched her go but didn’t follow. Too much following might blow the whole thing if she got a feeling someone was watching her right now.
She seemed different. Paid more attention to her surroundings when she first stepped outside. That’s new. It made following riskier.
Because now she knew about him and what he looked like and thought his name was Rigby Mortimer. He was no longer unnoticeable with his mop or his broom.
It was all right. His woman needed to be safe.
She was meant for him only, so it was good if she was being careful about her safety when she was alone.
When she’d disappeared, he knew she’d gone into hiding. His frightened little rabbit.
He’d been forced to abandon his rental house and his truck when they came after him.
Then he’d had to start over. His new I.D. said Richard Morris and he now owned a white van. New papers and accounts were easy to obtain when you had enough money.
He laughed to himself. Rigby Mortimer wasn’t even his real name. Of course, they couldn’t find him.
Idiots.
They even thought he was a janitor. He didn’t mind cleaning buildings at night. People either paid no attention to him or assumed he was there just to clean.
His trust fund was safe. Thanks to his parents, he’d never really had to work a day in his life. The cleaning jobs helped him move almost invisibly through society and he liked it when everybody left him the hell alone.
The one downside was not having a woman in his bed. But that would soon change. Forever. He’d have his woman any time he wanted, and she’d take care of all his sexual needs. They might even start a family. In time. Before that, he had plenty to teach his good little teacher. She was very inexperienced sexually.
He’d seen to that.
Every date she went on in college, something went wrong. Flat tires. Cars not starting. Other girls her dates were seeing finding out, and then showing up.
He’d saved her from some real losers. But innocent as she was, she’d just thought she had bad luck on dates.
Eventually, as she had more fun with her girlfriends, she’d begun hanging out with the girls more and dating less. Then she graduated college, got her first teaching job and was busy with it.
Now here she was in Montana, where she didn’t know anyone. He wouldn’t have to worry about one of her dates showing up.
Where would she meet a guy in this hick town?
Well, it doesn’t matter now. Soon she’ll be safe at the cabin with no other men around and no one to find her there but me.
She’d been missing so long it had begun to make him nervous. He’d worried something bad had happened to her.
After months of looking for her, he’d finally found her, with the help of a hacker friend he’d gone to middle school with.
D.J. was good at all kinds of computer searches and was even familiar with the dark web, where you could buy anything, you wanted.
Rigby smiled.
Facial recognition systems were golden. With enough money you might find anyone you were looking for.
What was his trust fund for if not to make his life easier?
D.J. had earned his money discovering she was in Montana.
He looked at the empty trailer and wondered how long she’d be gone.
Now, I’ve found you, love. You can’t hide from me.He smiled deeper.
