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*Recap*

"I..," I start, "I... I thought I just saw the guy from the surveillance video in the front area door."

"What?" He asks worriedly. "Are you sure?"

I nodded my head. Flack rushed towards the front doors and then out the front of the station. He came back in and rushed to the security room. He came back out a couple minutes later. He goes back into the office he went into before and him and another gentleman comes out and are talking in a hushed manner. They come over to his desk.

"Miss Hawthorne," the man says, "we are going to ask that you go back to one of the interrogation rooms for your safety and wait while we try to figure out this situation."

"Of course," I say. "Could I get something to drink or eat while I wait? I left home before I had time to eat and normally, I have something when at work."

"Yes ma'am," he says as he motions for a female officer to escort me back to the room I was in earlier.

After she leaves, I place my head in my hands and wait. She comes back later with some coffee, water, and a bag of chips from a vending machine it seemed. I wasn't going to be picky. I downed the coffee and cringed. They weren't kidding when they said it was not good. I drank some water to get the taste out of my mouth and then opened the chips. It seemed like forever until Flack, the gentleman from before and Detective Taylor came into the room.

"Miss Hawthorne," the gentleman said, "we think we have come up with something that can help you during this situation."

"We were thinking you could stay in a hotel for a few days with police stationed around for your safety. If you need to go out and when we have cleared your coffee shop, they will escort you there and back." Detective Taylor said. "They won't disrupt your work life and will try to stay out of sight as much as possible."

"We are doing everything we can to figure out why he is following you," Flack says.

"Okay," I say kind of stunned that this is actually happening.

They place a paper in front of me and ask me to read and sign it as they step out of the room. I go over the document and it says what they just told me, but in more legal jargon. I read through it twice and signed it on the line. I just waited for them to come back in, which seemed to be forever again. When they did it was just Flack and Detective Taylor.

"Taeylor," Flack says as he enters, "you ready to go?"

"Yep," I say. "I signed the paper and am ready to go when the officers are."

"Great," Detective Taylor says. "Flack will drive you to the hotel and get you settled. He will be your main point of contact since you already know each other and there seems to be some trust."

"Yea I guess there is," I say laughing a little.

"You ready to go?" Flack asked?

"Definitely," I say standing up.

We walked out of the room and through the bullpen area. I know that I am being stared at, but I refused to look anywhere other than Flack's back. We head out to his car and once again I get into the passenger side of his car. We head out to the hotel I will be staying at for the foreseeable future. I didn't ask because I figured it didn't matter. I would probably be staying in a crappy motel for a while.

"Taeylor," Flack says getting my attention, "did you hear what I said?"

"What? No. Sorry." I say a little embarrassed. "What did you say?"

"Are you ok?" Flack asks worriedly.

"Honestly," I say, "not really. This is all a little overwhelming. Why would some guy I don't know and hardly spoke to want to come after me? I didn't even remember his face until last night, but he had to know he would be seen on the cameras as he never hid his face. It is like he wanted everyone to know he killed the officer and was watching me. But why?!"

"Whoa, easy," Flack says as we pull up in front of a nice hotel. "Mac and the team will figure it out. We will work tirelessly to figure it out." He places a hand on my forearm.

"Yea I know." I say. "It is just unsettling. Ever since coming to the city a few years ago and opening the coffee shop, I don't go out. I never date because I work alone and the only people, I interact with are those that come in the shop. I am literally the most boring person in the city probably. Why me?" I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, but I don't care. This is all just too much.

"We will figure it out," Flack says taking my hand. "But to do that we need to get you to a safe place. The department has decided this hotel would be good because there are only 2 ways in or out. Both the front and back doors will have a guard as well as one on your floor. Do you think you are up to go into the hotel?"

"Yes," I say unbuckling and getting out of the car.

"Great," Flack says following me out of his car. "Now no one knows why the police are here. They think a celebrity is going to be staying at the hotel so they are all quiet. We have asked the security team to be on the look out for the shooter just to be safe. The staff are under the impression that he is a thief targeting hotel guests."

Flack tells me all of this as we walk into the hotel. He stops to go to the front desk to get a key. From the way they look at me, I know what they must be thinking. But my brain didn't care. There was too much going on to even be thinking about all of that. Flack came back and handed me one of the keys and we headed up to the room. I noticed the police officer right away as we got off the elevator. Flack went into the room first when we arrived. I am guessing he was checking it out to make sure that there was no one else there.

I was grateful that he seemed to be taking this so seriously. I don't know what I would do if I hadn't become friendly with so many of the officers that stopped by for coffee. As I move deeper in the room, I notice how big it is. I also notice that there was a roll away bed in the corner of the main room.

"Hey what is up with the roll away?" I ask.

"Oh," Flack says coming in the room, "I was just getting around to that. The department thinks it would be a good idea, if sometimes a detective stays over to help deter the guy from finding you. It won't be all the time, but just a couple days."

"I guess that makes sense." I say. "Will I be informed who before they arrive?"

"Of course," he says. "I or someone from the department will notify you."

"What about clothes?" I ask. "As much as I love my comfy clothes, I don't want to live in them for days."

"Well," he says. "That is stop number 2 on our trip today. After checking in here, we are gonna swing by your place and pick up some things you might need. If that is okay with you?"

"Yea, sounds good," I say dropping onto the couch.