8:25 pm
Nikki’s Townhouse
Nikki heard the alert signaling an email from Simon and her heart leapt. She had read that expression in one of her books and had always thought it odd until right now, she understood what a leaping heart feels like and she liked it. Nikki opened the email:
“Hello Nikki, I really feel like I should have a pet name for you like honey or sweetie by now but none of them feel right. How did you get Nikki as your nickname? I have an idea and I hope I am right.
Let’s see, to your questions. The other driver was never located. He is every one of my guests, part of the justice I met out is for him. My fondest hope would be to run across him one day and let the rage have his way, but I have exhausted every way to find him even bringing all of the considerable resources I have at my disposal to bear. If I can end one of these, I want to use one of my normal nicknames for them, but with you it seems vulgar. If I can end one of these guests before they go out and do something like what happened to my wife then I am contributing to the greater good.
As far as Echo, I don’t know what good it will do you to know who he is, you can’t prove a negative and there isn’t even a trace of him out there but I know you have to show progress to your people. I will put it in the blog because some of my, do I call them followers, followers fashion themselves amatuer detectives and they are trying to identify me and track me so I have to play the game with them. Have you seen the number of people who follow Simon, it keeps increasing every day and I am not sure that is because of me or because of us. I sure hope it’s the later because that is what keeps me interested. I think about you quite often and it’s not just because you left the webcam in place but bless your sweet heart for that, you are spectacular!
I guess turnabout is fair play” the next second a photo took over Nikki’s screen and she drew in a startled breath and stared at the image in front of her. The man was probably in his early 40’s, he had dark hair with a little gray at the temples, steel gray eyes that looked like they could see into your soul with slight laugh lines at the corners. A strong jaw line and full lips that would be a fixture in Nikki’s dreams later tonight. Simon had a slight shadow of whiskers and you could make out a slight scar running from his left ear down his jaw to his chin. He was stunning and she would never forget that image, which is a good thing because a second later it was gone. Nikki blinked rapidly, her heart lurching. There was no attachment to the email. She closed and reopened the email but the image wouldn’t reappear and Nikki felt a sharp jab of pain in her chest at the loss. She opened the email one more time and continued reading:
“It was only fair for you to be able to see your counterpart, to see that I am real, but I hope you understand that I couldn’t leave the image with you. I doubt that you would be able to find a match in any databases but I can’t take that chance. Sleep well sweet Monique, we will talk more later.
Yours always,
Simon”