Leo
I walk into Elena's kitchen thinking about the amazing night we’ve just had. This girl is incredible, and she’s all mine. I stand in the doorway and take in the view. She’s there in her little satin shorts and camisole top, actually cooking something over the stove. I love that she doesn’t know I’m here, and I can admire her to my heart’s desire. She’s all legs this morning, tanned and gorgeous. She looks so beautiful. I imagine waking up to this everyday for sure, and believe me, I’ve never said that about any girl before. She looks like a beautiful goddess cast against the morning light that's streaming in from the windows. It smells like coffee and breakfast and I wish I could stay, but I know that I have to get out of here as soon as possible, because I’ve determined that today will be the day I put this stalking thing to rest. I'm close enough to finding out who the culprit is and as much I want to stay here and just lounge with Elena, a part of me can’t relax just yet. I hope she understands. I don’t want to hurt her feelings at all.
"Hey, babe—" I come up behind her and kiss her neck. "How is it that you can ruin dinner but make a breakfast like this?"
She smiles up at me. "Eggs and coffee, I can handle."
"Oh, well, there's gotta be coffee, right?"
"Espresso for me."
"So you're an upscale coffee drinker? I like it black." She seems to have anticipated this as there's a fresh pot ready, and I grab myself a cup before laying the news on her that I can't stay. I check my phone and see a text from Bobbi who says they've finally found Darius. I tell this to Elena.
"I hate to say it, but I've gotta get down to the station now. No time for breakfast. You know, as much as I want to taste something you can actually cook, I gotta jet."
"What? No eggs?"
"No eggs. Sorry. I'm so close to catching this guy that I know I can get it handled today. But I gotta go now. They found Darius, and I have to go interrogate him. This will all be over soon, Elena."
"That's great news, Leo. Now I'm kinda hoping it's him who’s been doing this so it will all be over soon."
“I know, me too.”
"Hey, will I see you tonight?"
"That depends on how things go with Darius, whether he's cooperative or if he puts ups a fight."
I give her a kiss on the cheek and then head out the door.
"Bye!" She calls after me. God, I hate to leave her.
Driving down to the station, all I can think about is how I'm going to interrogate the hell out of Darius. Oh man, is he gonna pay for all this. I crack my knuckles. My blood is getting heated up just thinking of all the shit he put Elena through.
When I arrive, I try to maintain my cool but as soon as I see him sitting behind bars with handcuffs on, I'm ready to explode.
"You ready?" Bobbi asks me.
"Of course."
We go in and play good cop/bad cop on his ass. Of course, I'm the bad cop in this situation.
"We know that you’ve been the one harassing Elena," Bobbi says.
"And we have all the evidence to charge you right now, so if you fess up the judge might go easy on you," I add.
"What the fuck is this? I barely know the girl. She’s some stupid date that I had. I haven't thought of her since."
"Your phone records would prove otherwise."
"Why were you harassing her?"
"What are talking about? Like I would waste my time on that uptight bitch."
This sends me into a blinding rage. I grab him by the collar, pull him up, and shove him against the wall. His feet aren’t even touching the ground.
"I know it was you, you son-of-a-bitch, and you're going away for a long time for this.” He's gasps, choking for air. I’m giving him all he can handle. I know my limits and his too. “If you don’t fucking tell me everything you know right now, then this ends here. We’ve got the evidence.”
“You have nothing on me!” His attitude pisses me off.
Bobbi allows me to rough him up a little more, but not enough to where I'd get in trouble. At least my anger seems to have knocked some sense into him.
"Darius, come on. We have the evidence. Just admit to the crimes, and we can get you a lower sentence."
"What crimes?" His breathing is heavily ragged now, shaken by what's just occurred. "All I did was call her house, okay? I was pissed off about how the date went, and I called her phone several times from a private number."
"Come on, you motherfucker, admit it. We know you keyed her car. We’ve got all the harassment on record. And what about the rose? Nice touch. You’re gonna want to talk to me here. I’m your last chance of someone treating you nice about this." Bobbi’s doing a fine job of questioning him.
"What rose?” He looks terrified, understanding of the trouble that lies ahead for him. My tactic seems to have worked. “You gotta believe me, I called her, yes—I called her a lot. But I didn't do anything else. I didn't key her car."
"Alright, that's fine,” I say. “We'll know for sure when your prints get back from the lab. In the meantime, you're staying right here in jail." I smirk.