Free Steele Hearts Redemption by M.P. Hingos Page A

returned. I got off the bed and approached him.
     
    “Hey, we’ll figure this out okay, and if we
can’t do it alone we have people to help us. You know that,
right?”
     
    “Yeah, I know,” he answered wearily.
     
     
    Less than ten minutes later we were all
sitting around the breakfast table in the kitchen. I carefully
examined the box that contained the pictures, looking for something
outstanding on it but it was a small, plain cardboard box with a
label affixed to it. I opened it and took the photos out wondering
why someone would send loose photos in a box instead of an
envelope. Once again, I carefully examined the photos individually,
passing each one to Gabe when I was finished with it. They were all
taken yesterday but instead of the focus point of the photos being
Gabe they focused on me. The interesting thing about them though
was that they captured little stolen moments between Gabe and I,
him touching my backside, me playing with his pinky finger, him
brushing back my hair, moments that we stole when we were positive
no one was looking. One thing I think we all gathered from looking
at the photos was that the individual who took them didn’t like the
idea of me being around because he took the time to mark little red
X’s over my eyes and mouth on each photo. This was not good.
Whoever Gabriel’s stalker was, he was escalating.
     
    “I need to go back to your office today,” I
informed Gabriel.
     
    “Okay, do you think you might find something
that’ll help us figure out who took the photos?” he asked.
     
    “We’ll take a look at the security videos
from yesterday, although I’m guessing these photos were not taken
where there are cameras. Also I have a photographic memory so if
the security videos prove worthless we’ll retrace our steps and
I’ll work from memory.”
     
     
    Four hours later, after confirming the
security cameras would be useless and I discretely retraced our
steps from yesterday, shortly stopping at the spots where the
photos were taken, I had a description of the person who took the
photos. Only problem was, after I gave Gabe the general description
he had no idea who the person I described to him was.
     
    “Fucking hell, how could I not know who he
is?” he screamed for the fifth time as he drove us back to the
house.
     
    Seeing his frustration, I reach out my hand
to him and gently rubbed his shoulder, trying to calm him down.
     
    “Remember what I told you before, he’s
non-descript, he likes being in the shadows. You wouldn’t know him
if he came up to you on the streets any more than you would know a
stranger on the streets babe.”
     
    “So what do we do now Ally, how do we find
out who he is without pushing him into doing something dumb.”
     
    “I already have something in mind Gabe. I
know what to do,” I reassured him, hoping he had enough confidence
in me to allow do my job.
     
    As if reading my mind he took his eyes off
the road for a second to reassure me.
     
    “I trust you baby. I know you’ll get him. I
just want this to be over with.”
     
    “It will be over soon. I promise you. But
there is something we have to consider. We both know he’s stalking
you but if we push and confront him now, we have no substantial
evidence for any form of prosecution. Other than taking photos and
sending them to you, he hasn’t done anything illegal. It’ll just
look like the actions of an overzealous fan and because you didn’t
file a report before any defense attorney would claim you didn’t
view any of his actions as a threat. The most you might get is a
restraining order. However, he’s getting a little braver by coming
onto your property and for me that’s predictability. His next step
would be to try and gain entry into the house. If we catch him at
that he could go away for some time for breaking and entering.”
     
    “Do you honestly think he’ll try that,” he
asked.
     
    “Yes,” I answered honestly, knowing he hated
the idea of