The Room

Chapter 3

 

Now that the where part was taken care of he needed the "who" part. He started by just driving around. Seeing if there was someone who caught his eye. He had seen a few that were sort of what he was looking for but so far no one had fit the whole package. He was looking for someone special. She would be 5'5'' or under, skinny, long dark hair, and a smoker as he had just a bit of a smoking fetish. She would be 30 or under, never married and had no kids. Those were the guidelines and he would not settle for anyone else.

 

When he saw someone that met the looks department he begin to follow her, study her. Thru his computer skills and a few well-chosen web sites he got all the info he could on her. Public records were a very good way of getting info on someone. Was she married or had she ever been? Were there any children? Where did she work and what did she do? Did she have loads of outstanding debt? What did she drive? Was it a piece of crap or something new? Were she and only child? Where did her relatives live?

 

Most of his prospects failed the investigation. They were married or had kids and that was something he did not want. Some had shit jobs and had tons of credit bills and people like that where always found by the people they owed.

Some had drug problems and some wanted by the police. If he wanted he could have made a very good buck turning them in. Some had too many relatives living in the area. In short he wanted someone like himself. Someone who was alone, well off in the cash department, smart, and had very few or no long lasting contacts with the rest of the world. Someone who could disappear with little or no notice.

 

He was driving late one night in a town a few towns away from his and just by sure luck he saw her. She was walking out of a large bank. She was walking alone to the parking garage across the street. She was beautiful. She was about 5'2 must have only weighed 120lbs wet, had shoulder length dark hair and was smoking what looked to be a long white 120.She was walking kind of slow but smoking very fast as it seemed it had been a land time since she last had one. He almost had an accident when he saw her; He pulled over and waited next to the exit of the parking garage. As it was late he was fairly sure hers would be the next car leaving-he was right. He very quickly wrote down the make, model and silence of her car as she pulled out.

 

He hard a hard time driving home without speeding, he had to get to his computer to begin her investigation. He got home and very fast booted up his computer. As he had done so many times before he hacked into the department of motor vehicles and typed in her plate number. Her name was Nora. She lived in the same town as the bank. From the counties public database he could find nothing telling him she was ever married. He then sent the same inquiry to the surrounding counties and again found no marriage cetificate. Nora was looking better and better. With her date of birth from the DMV records he began his search for her birthplace. In the local hospitals he found nothing. No one matching her last name as far back as 35 years ago. He then sent out a statewide search and again found nothing. He tried sending out a search to the surrounding states and it was almost 2 days before he found what he was seeking. She was born 27 years ago in small hospital two states away. From the local public database there he could find no other births matching her parents name. She was an only child.

 

He then started on her credit report. If people really knew how easy it was to find out info on someone by someone who knew what they was doing they would never leave the house. In short order he found she had A1 credit. Only had 2 credit cards, which she used only rarely, and both were paid in full. My Nora--you impress me more and more. He looked at the state and local police public information sites and found nothing. Not even a parking ticket in the last 5 years.

 

He had gotten all he was going to get from the computer. Now it was time to watch her. Since all of his subjects had not passed the computer tests he found himself so excited he had to tell himself to slow down .The first test was to find out if she lived alone. He drove to her house. It was a nice two-story brick house in the upper scale side of town. Very late one evening he parked his car two blocks away and walked to her house. When he got there he quickly hid in the bushes and set up a time-lapse camera, which was set to take a picture of her front door and garage, every half hour for the next 48 hushed had trouble sleeping and working the next 2 days before he got back the camera. He quickly developed the pictures and found that she left early in the am and got home late every evening. No one besides the mailman came or went from her house but her in the entire 2 days. She lived alone.

 

Now he was really started to get excited. Next was watching her. He would park a few houses away in the early am and would follow her to work at the bank. He was lucky, he could come and go from work at anytime and none would say a word. She stopped every morning at the Starbucks across from the bank and bought coffee. One morning he was already inside to see just what kind of coffee she liked. She would come out to the smoker’s area at regular times to smoke--always alone. If there where people already there she would go down the block or into the parking garage to find privacy’s always seemed to work late, At least past 5 like everyone else. She would stop at the local market almost every night to buy dinner and cigerettes. Seemed Nora did not plan much or maybe she just hated shopping. She would arrive at home and from peeking inside her window a few times she worked at her computer or would read a book before turning in at a reasonable hour.

 

He had gone thru her garbage one night, Lots of empty microwave dinners and lots of empty cigarette packs. He was right. Virginia Slims 120's non-menthol.

One day he made a very bold move. Using the skills he had learned thru an Internet blacksmithing course he picked the back door while she was at work.

Her home was very orderly. Some might even say a bit anal. There was no mess anywhere. The closets where nice and tidy, everything hung or put into some storage container. The kitchen was clean enough you could have eaten of the floor. The icebox was almost empty except for some milk and juice. The freezer was empty. The bathroom was just as clean. She even put the toothpaste top back on and rolled it up from the bottom. Her music collection was top notch and of course all cud’s were put back inside the cover. It was mostly classical with a bit of modern jazz and tucked away in one corner was a Led Zeppelin cadges she had to work out some tension from time to time. The bedroom was last. The bed was made and looked like it was never used. It took some time but he finally found it-a small bullet vibrator and some lube. My God-she even had spare batteries in the same drawer!

 

It had taken 2 months of computer work and watching her before he made up his mind. She was the one.