Gladness she felt as Ben left. No matter what Fidelo or Jim thought she didn't trust the guy. What exactly had made him a good cop, made the chief trust him? Within a short time, he had set up Jim against her and Fidelo. Who still believed her.
Upstairs she watched him. Why didn't he leave? He observed the house long before he stepped into his car and sat there for at least half an hour. She noted the license plate and everything she could think of. As soon as he had left she would update the file, her file.
"I don't know why you sit here with your curtains closed but you've always been a mystery to me", was what he had said while he combed his hair with his fingers. Underneath his right cuff she had noticed the tattoo.
Together with the way he had said it, the look in his eyes it made her alarm go off. Thank goodness there was a place she could go to, no need to pack a bag. She watched him sitting in his car and finally leave.
It was with candlelight she made her file up to date and with help of her mobile phone she made copies of each page.
Clear enough to read for those she would send it to together with a long letter that she discovered. Only one hour later an e-mail was sent to four different people, three of them lived abroad and one was her solicitor. A fine person who knew what to do if the others would fail and how to keep her daughter out of the hands of a murder. The fact the girl was set free didn't mean she was out of danger and the one who took her wouldn't give up that easily.
"Neither will Ben", she mumbled. It was merely coincidence she had read the story, "no way". "There's a way he proved it and so will I".
She didn't leave in the middle of the night but at shopping time. By now the neighbors were used to the closed curtains if they still paid attention. The light would switch on automatically and off after a certain time just like the tv set.
In front of Mrs. Gordon's house a police officer was still guarding the house.
"Still a crime scene?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I can't say I envy you. Have a good day."
"I'll survive. Same to you ma'am."
She gave him her gorgeous smile good enough to remember her and hoped he was right and would survive. He was too young to die.
She continued her way into the direction of the shops. The sun shone it was a promising day, a good day to travel.
Y la sra Gordon aun está libre? Me parece que esa vigilancia no saldrá bien.