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Authors: Nancy S Thompson
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but it would help your case considerably if we
could tie the perpetrator to you in some physical way. Until then,
there’s not much else we can do. I’m real sorry.” He reached into
his inside jacket pocket and pulled out his card, handing it to me
with a pleasant smile. “You can call me with any questions or if
you just need an update, okay? Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
With a nod, he turned and walked away. I was left
standing there with my mouth open. I ran after him and reached for
his arm.
“Hey, wait just a second, will you? I told you, I
know where my card number was stolen from, where this woman works.
I might not know her name, but I can certainly identify her. Or you
could send someone up to the spa with my description, maybe ask
around, and get her that way.”
He pressed his lips together with his head tilted to
one side. “Mrs. Karras, we don’t know for sure that your card was
appropriated at that spa. Or, if it was, if the person you’re
speaking of is the one who made the charges. But we’ll look into
it. I promise you that. We just need some time, and your
patience.”
Patience? I had no time for that, nor an
inclination. I was keenly aware of the slow pace with which most
police investigations progressed, even with the most high-profile
of cases, and mine was of little consequence, at least to them.
Officer Tucker’s promise carried little weight.
“So, what? I’m just supposed to wait for someone to
investigate this? Like whenever you or someone else might decide to get around to it, right? That how it works around
here?”
He huffed in response. “As I’ve said, we need a
little time. Please understand, Mrs. Karras, the resources for this
type of crime are thin right now, so you’ll need to be a bit more
patient and let us do our job, okay? I promise to call if anything
at all turns up. Now I really need to get back to work.”
So that was it. Our dream of buying a home
was ruined, and we were helpless to fix it. We would not be able to
buy any home in time for the baby. And once the baby came, I would
likely be too busy to house hunt, let alone pack up and move. I
needed this all to be taken care of before I was too far
along, before the baby was born. But apparently, that was not going
to happen. Frustrated and angry, I unloaded on Tyler the moment I
got home.
“God, I could kill somebody,” I railed as I paced
around our tiny kitchen. “And I’ll start with that woman. I should
go back up to that spa myself.”
“No you don’t, Jill. The cops asked you to stay out
of it. Just let them do their job.”
I pounded on the kitchen table with both fists. “But
they won’t do their job, Tyler, that’s the point! Don’t you
see?”
“Come on, Jillian, take it easy. Have you been
taking your pills?”
“Oh for God’s sake, Tyler. Yes! How many times do I
have to say it already?” I couldn’t believe he was bringing that up now.
“Well then, you need to mellow out. It does no good
to lose your temper. You need to stay calm, for the baby, at
least.”
“God! You just don’t get it, do you? I’m telling
you, that’s precisely why I’m doing this. For the baby. We
need a bigger house for the baby, a safer one. And we need to have
all this taken care of before he’s born, before I’m too busy
to even take a shower, let alone find a house and move. What are we
supposed to do now?”
“Listen to me, Jill. It’ll all get sorted out, in
due time. You aren’t responsible for those charges, so just
relax.”
“I can’t relax. And it’s not about the money.
Someone out there is screwing with my life—with our life—
and apparently there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.” I
stomped my foot and covered my face with my hands.
Tyler wrapped his arms around me as I cried for the
hundredth time.
Chapter Eight
Jillian
The next morning, I got to work trying to find out
who might have compromised my identity. I was sure the problem
could be traced back
could tie the perpetrator to you in some physical way. Until then,
there’s not much else we can do. I’m real sorry.” He reached into
his inside jacket pocket and pulled out his card, handing it to me
with a pleasant smile. “You can call me with any questions or if
you just need an update, okay? Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
With a nod, he turned and walked away. I was left
standing there with my mouth open. I ran after him and reached for
his arm.
“Hey, wait just a second, will you? I told you, I
know where my card number was stolen from, where this woman works.
I might not know her name, but I can certainly identify her. Or you
could send someone up to the spa with my description, maybe ask
around, and get her that way.”
He pressed his lips together with his head tilted to
one side. “Mrs. Karras, we don’t know for sure that your card was
appropriated at that spa. Or, if it was, if the person you’re
speaking of is the one who made the charges. But we’ll look into
it. I promise you that. We just need some time, and your
patience.”
Patience? I had no time for that, nor an
inclination. I was keenly aware of the slow pace with which most
police investigations progressed, even with the most high-profile
of cases, and mine was of little consequence, at least to them.
Officer Tucker’s promise carried little weight.
“So, what? I’m just supposed to wait for someone to
investigate this? Like whenever you or someone else might decide to get around to it, right? That how it works around
here?”
He huffed in response. “As I’ve said, we need a
little time. Please understand, Mrs. Karras, the resources for this
type of crime are thin right now, so you’ll need to be a bit more
patient and let us do our job, okay? I promise to call if anything
at all turns up. Now I really need to get back to work.”
So that was it. Our dream of buying a home
was ruined, and we were helpless to fix it. We would not be able to
buy any home in time for the baby. And once the baby came, I would
likely be too busy to house hunt, let alone pack up and move. I
needed this all to be taken care of before I was too far
along, before the baby was born. But apparently, that was not going
to happen. Frustrated and angry, I unloaded on Tyler the moment I
got home.
“God, I could kill somebody,” I railed as I paced
around our tiny kitchen. “And I’ll start with that woman. I should
go back up to that spa myself.”
“No you don’t, Jill. The cops asked you to stay out
of it. Just let them do their job.”
I pounded on the kitchen table with both fists. “But
they won’t do their job, Tyler, that’s the point! Don’t you
see?”
“Come on, Jillian, take it easy. Have you been
taking your pills?”
“Oh for God’s sake, Tyler. Yes! How many times do I
have to say it already?” I couldn’t believe he was bringing that up now.
“Well then, you need to mellow out. It does no good
to lose your temper. You need to stay calm, for the baby, at
least.”
“God! You just don’t get it, do you? I’m telling
you, that’s precisely why I’m doing this. For the baby. We
need a bigger house for the baby, a safer one. And we need to have
all this taken care of before he’s born, before I’m too busy
to even take a shower, let alone find a house and move. What are we
supposed to do now?”
“Listen to me, Jill. It’ll all get sorted out, in
due time. You aren’t responsible for those charges, so just
relax.”
“I can’t relax. And it’s not about the money.
Someone out there is screwing with my life—with our life—
and apparently there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.” I
stomped my foot and covered my face with my hands.
Tyler wrapped his arms around me as I cried for the
hundredth time.
Chapter Eight
Jillian
The next morning, I got to work trying to find out
who might have compromised my identity. I was sure the problem
could be traced back