Page 28 of His Curvy Woman

“That’s actually why I’m calling. The past two days someone has opened her window. Someone is messing with her.”

“And you think this has something to do with Kozlov?”

“The thought crossed my mind. Look, I know we don’t have long, I wanted to check on you guys before I called the Marshall.”

“Nothing has happened here. I wish I had more to tell you. I hope to hell this isn’t him.”

“Me too, Dad, me too. Look, I’m going to let you go. I love you and Mom. Give her a hug for me.”

“Be safe, Hunter. I love you.”

“Yes, sir.”

We hang up, and I’m relieved that nothing has happened to my parents. When I left WITSEC, I also had to leave them. They are still living with their new identities, and we aren’t supposed to be in contact since I chose to leave the program, especially since I’m living back where this all started. Even though Kozlov and his men are locked up, once you’re in the program, you forsake your old life in order to stay in the program. When I moved away, I became well versed in computers and technology as a way to pass the time. I was able to get ahold of some burner phones for my parents and I, so we could keep in contact after I left. Part of the reason it took me so long to get back to Emerald Isle was to make sure everything was set with my parents.

I check in on Whitley, and she’s got her head back, eyes closed, humming a song, still enjoying her bath. Knowing she’s in my home, makes me feel better about everything. When I moved in, I made sure my home was outfitted with the best security on the market, sparing no expense. I knew coming back here I had to take every precaution, just in case.

Going to my office, I pull out the number the Marshall gave me when I left WITSEC, in case I needed to get ahold of him.

“This is Marshall McManus.” A gruff man answers.

“Hi, this is Hunter Stone. I recently left the WITSEC program.”

“I remember you, Mr. Stone. What can I do for you?”

“Has there been any change to the case?”

“The case is closed. The men are locked up for the rest of their lives. Why do you ask?”

“My girlfriend’s house has been messed with. Someone keeps opening her window. If it were a break-in, they didn’t take anything. I wanted to make sure this had nothing to do with the case.”

“This is why we advise you not to leave the program, Mr. Stone. That being said, I highly doubt this has anything to do with the case. Maybe check with the local police and see what they can do.”

“Right. Thank you then.”

He sighs loudly. “I’ll check on them and make sure everything is status quo. If there is anything you need to know, I’ll be in contact.”

“I appreciate it, thank you.”

I hang up and toss the phone on the desk, then scrub my hands down my face. My next call is to the police department to make a complaint. By the end of the call, I’m more frustrated than before I called them. They basically told me there was nothing they could do for an open window. Since there hasn’t been anything stolen or messed with in some way and no threats have been made, there was nothing they would be able to go on. They said they would write up a report and for us to let them know if anything else happened.

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