So here we go again with some more crime. I had a lot of fun writting this chapter, and it is one of my favorites so far. Let me know what you think. Thanks for all the reviews and follows. They are appreciated.

Again - Rated M for adult theme violence

Still own nothing...

In his mind the internet was one of the most brilliant works of art ever created by the human mind. He could worm his way into anyone's life without getting too close. It proved beneficial that he was above average intelligence, especially when it came to the misuse of something so fruitful.

Thinking ahead, he falsified the IP address to prevent law officials from tracking the location of his PC. Once they used the locator, and no doubt they would, it would send them straight to Ivan Williams an 82 year old retiree.

He smiled confidently to himself, he was certain his intellect was far surperior to anyone whom might try and seek him out.

Sitting at his small desk, he was vaguely aware of the television playing in the background. His fingers were stiff from the four-plus hours he had been staring into the bright screen.

"Thank god for coffee, or I would have passed out two hours ago." Normally he would be freezing wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms, but he hardly registered the cold draft in his apartment.

Slowly his internet search was producing more of the much needed information. He preferred his own research on personal habits, but he never went in blindly. This preliminary would give him all the background he needed on Tracy Welch. Already, he had managed to procure her social security number, bank accounts, credit cards, cell phone number, and most importantly, her Virginia address.

As he dug deeper into her personal information, the familiar thrill was already surging throughout his body. He could feel every drop of blood being pumped by his rapid heartbeat, he lived for this. There is, nor would there ever be anything so fulfilling.

"How can people not understand this desire? The satisfaction could not compare to the most life threatening sport on earth."

Then again, he was unique, and truly extraordinary in comparison to the majority of the population.

Tracy had permanently returned to Virginia about three weeks ago. She went to college in Arizona, and ended up relocating there. She had an Associates degree in Accounting, and a Masters in Engineering. "Smart girl, huh."

It appeared the move back to her hometown was prompted by the fatal head on collision that killed both her parents. Her mother was killed instantly. Her father had remained in a coma for several months, until he too passed away from irreparable internal injuries.

Ann was right, their home was located directly across the street. "Hmmm... That could prove problematic, but not impossible."

Tracy was currently residing in her parents home, and from all appearances it seemed to be a permant decision. She owned only one car, and that was a late 90's, dark green sadan. "How modest for someone who was so financially sound".

It did not appear she had arranged new employment prior to her move, but there was little doubt she would have no trouble acquiring steady employment. The only conclusion he could draw from her working at the market, appeared to be nothing more than social. Clearly she did not need the money.

He was becoming bored with the mundane information, what he needed was access to her social website. Given the amount of time he had spent, "investigating" the girls, he had acquired a few tricks to decoding passwords.

First he tried her birthdate, when that did not work he attempted to use her college graduation date... "Still no luck." Then like a lightbulb going off in his mind, he realized the date of her parents accident might be the key.

Slowly he lifted his fingers to the keys, and entered the six digit date, "jackpot!" Again, he was thrilled by the predictability of human nature. It eliminated substantial guess work from his unorthodox interests.

There staring back from his screen was Tracy's beautiful smiling face. She was gourgeous in a way very few women were. It was clear her looks came with very little effort. Her silky hair, radiant eyes, and lush mouth was igniting a white hot burn, pulsating throughout his body and centering at his groin. There was no doubt she was meant for him. Fate had once again brought him, his perfect gift.

Slowly he ran his fingers over the monitor, as if he were stroking her, no doubt soft supple skin. She was absolutely perfect.

Regaining his composure, he sought out her online friends list. There were few locals and the ones that were, appeared to be high school friends. "That is good, no that's fantastic."

Her status showed single. He had anticipated that, given her recent relocation.

After rumaging through her pictures, he chose specific shots to copy. Carefully he hung each one from fantastic vantage points throughout his apartment. His glee was becoming immense, and soul consuming.

Once his work was complete he sat down, and admired his newly adorned room. Her beautiful face was surrounding him. Smiling just for him, beckoning his darkest desires. The smile gracing his visage was unstoppable. He was elated, and could hardly wait.

"Soon Tracy... You were made for me, and you will see."

Unable to contain the distance separating them, he changed into a dark workout suit, and grabbed his camera disappearing into the shadows of night.

Standing stock-still several hundred yards away he appraised the area. He could hardly believe how perfect it was.

Originally Ann and Tony living next door had concerned him, but that no longer mattered. Tracy's house held perfect cover, and his heart fluttered with joy, seclusion.

The two-story blue house was immaculately maintained. It had beautiful flower beds surrounding the walkways, and perfectly hedged shrubbery lining the front of the house. All the shutters were freshly painted in a off-white color, and beautiful fall foliage littered the grass. Large oak trees stood on each side of the drive causing their low branches to encase the area.

As if invisible in the pitch black night he found his way, sneaking between the trees and the shadows. His destination was the single light burning through the window on the left side of the house.

Once he managed to get to the edge of the house, he dropped to his knees, and began to crawl in front of the shrubbery. After reaching the corner he was free to stand on his feet. No one driving by the house could spot him from this distance.

Soundlessly he stepped into the pinestraw surrounding the plants, and he wedged himself against the house. From this view he could see through the small opening at the edge of the curtains.

Tracy's bedroom was immaculate. Her antique bedroom suit was functional, yet very feminine. He could clearly see her bed, but she was no where to be found. Then suddenly a door was opened, and his breath was sucked right out of his lungs.

"There she is!" He was instantly, insatiable for this woman.

Her long hair was waving freely down her spine. The tank top and boxer shorts were giving him a perfect view of every luscious curve.

Realizing he wanted to preserve this moment for all eternity, he began quietly snapping photos. These would be here long after she was gone, and no doubt bring to life this very moment, again and again.

Reliving these precious moments was imperative to him. When things grew quiet, they would keep him going.

Longly he stood there what seemed like hours, but in real time was merely minutes. He knew it was time to go, but he wanted to wait until she was safe in her bed.

As he watched her lay down, his sadness at leaving her side made his heart ache. Reluctantly he backed away, and crept back down her drive.

As he made his escape he thought to himself, "don't worry honey, I won't be far away."

Tracy woke up early the next morning. This was the first time she had slept soundly in months, and the beautiful fall morning was calling to her. She slank from her bed, and hit the shower. There was little doubt if she dawdled, her run would never happen.

Silently she dressed feeling good for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

Once her shoe laces were secured, and her player was belted to her hip, she was ready to go. Walking briskly to the door she unbolted the dead locks, and slung it open.

Immediately she became aware of an object laying on her welcome mat. She bent to retrieve it, and realized it was a small bunch of dasies. "What on earth? Who would know these are my favorite?" Then she realized there was a small clipping attached by a single piece of ribbon.

Inside the small folded piece of paper was a cut out photo of an eye, but what caused her to begin trembling was the familiarity of the photo. The tiny mole at the corner the eye made it unmistakable.

It was not just a magazine clipping, it was her.