Arianna
After Vincent left, I rushed to my laptop to see if he's telling the truth about his job as a detective. I needed to know if he really is on the good side with the law because it will be hard to bring down a man like that. Not like I really wanted to.
Remembering that I don't have his last name, I search 'Detective Vincent' in the google search bar to see what comes up.
I see many articles saying things about him from police reports and press releases. From there, I can conclude that he's a great investigator and a brilliant detective. And not only that, but also an amazing person who never gives up. He's a real hero to people and I'm actually shocked by that, knowing his background in murder and the fact that he is stalking a person without their consent.
Nothing related to the author V.R. Taurean but maybe if I have a clue where he lives, I might find something in his house to prove that he is the secret writer of my dark romance novels.
Searcing his address, I'm surprised to find that he owns a house not far away from my place. I just need to catch a cab while he is working.
Plan on mind, I eat my breakfast, feed Millie again on my way out and run out of the house to catch a cab. It was only a twenty minutes drive so I should be fine alone. Hopefully.
When cab driver drops me off in front of a medium sized two story brick house, I feel relieved that it looks normal and nothing is off about it. To be honest I thought my stalker would have house which is really secured and surrounded by fences or some shit like that, but no.
It has a normal gate and a driveway with a little path leading to the front door. I take a couple deep breaths, going trough my plan in my head.
Try to get in by picking the lock with my pocket knife, get inside and look for anything suspicious, everything that will be proven that he is the man behind the books I'm reading.
Slowly trying the front door while looking over my shoulder, I fail miserably so I go around and try the back door but I don't even need to struggle with the lock when I find out that the door is open.
What the actual fuck?
For someone who always stalks me with careful ness, he is acting like a fool, forgetting to lock the doors so no one get in.
I enter, finding myself in a huge living room with a very large TV mounted on one wall. It's a big thing too but somehow the room manages to look pretty normal and homey despite its size. A couch sits in the middle of the room facing the TV.
He should have an office in his home so I check that out first, walking through a corridor with multiple doors until I find the right one, a room I am sure is his office, probably full of stuff.
There are papers everywhere and on his desk I see a laptop, pens and papers with notes on them about some cases of people. Nothing that could link him to for what I need to know so I sit in the chair, open his laptop to see I need to log in with a password.
Shit. I'm no hacker so how I am supposed to get some information about him?
My eyes goes to the drawer on the right and I don't hesitate to open it when my hand freezes above the mask.
With trembling hands, I reach in to see the familiar mask which belongs only to V.R. Taurean. Is that really his or its stolen? Maybe fabricated.
I take it in my hands and see it's really good quality. It must me original.
Well, now I have some answers but I needed more to confirm it. Focusing back to the laptop, I thought for a moment the options.
He said I'm his everything, he knows about me so maybe something related to me? It was worth a shot.
After three attempts, I log in with my birthday date and can't help but scoff in surprise. That easy but why would he create a password using my birthday?
When the screen comes to life, I see folders on his desktop and my mouth falls open when I see all the books saved as manuscripts. All the familiar names repeating in my mind like warning bells.
Still, maybe he downloaded them to get to know me better? To know what kind of stories I read?
Then I see his e-mail inbox filled with dozens of emails and calls, a few of them from his agent who wants to discuss about his latest work progress and my mouth gets dry when I see that he has sent the last email to him yesterday about a new book.
The name is.... The name is Arianna...
He is starting to write a new book in my name. My head spins from this information but more importantly, he is really the person I was looking for.
He is V. R. Taurean.
Seeing his signature below his emails, I see his full name for the first time.
Vincent Taurean De La Roche.
My favorite author is my stalker.