Stalk Me (35 page)

Me and Cush at the Santa Monica pier. I’m carrying the big stuffed seal he won for me by shooting baskets. 

Me and B walking hand in hand down the beach
.

Me standing on a deck in the beautiful white gown I wore to Monte Carlo night.
The night he told me we could walk down those steps and no one would even know we were gone.

Me lying on the chaise at the hotel pool when I got back from Europe. 

Me doing a cartwheel in the ocean on my birthday
. When he recorded me. I can still feel how tightly he gripped my wrist. How strong he was.

Me drinking a beer and eating shrimp today at Buddy’s. 

Then there’s a video. It’s the one Vincent took when he told me to do my own version of Mom’s famous poster. I pranced out, threw water at him, and blew him a kiss.

I feel sick again. 

“Oh my God,” Mom says. “Keatyn, this video. How did he get this?”

I breakdown and start bawling. Tommy puts his hand on my shoulder. I turn around, throw myself into his chest, and sob. My body heaves, and I feel borderline hysterical. 

I don’t even want to imagine what would’ve happened to me if he had gotten me out that door. I grab ahold of my locket and say a thank you prayer.

Tommy whispers to me soothingly as he holds me. “Shh, baby, it’ll be okay. We’re not gonna let this guy win.” 

He runs his hand across my hair. 

My sobs slow down a bit.

“I . . . know . . . the . . . stalker,” I say in between sobs.

“You what?! What do you mean?” Tommy says.

“I . . . mean . . . I . . . invited . . . him . . . to the party.”

Everyone looks at me with confused, shocked faces. 

Garrett is the first to recover. He grabs my shoulder and guides me back over to the couch, gestures for me to sit, and then sits on the coffee table directly in front of me. “I think you need to explain. If you knew who your mother’s stalker was, why didn’t you tell anyone?” 

“Because I didn’t figure it out until he tried to kidnap me.”

“Tell us the whole thing. Walk me through what happened at the club before James got involved.”

I take a deep breath.

“I was standing on the edge of the dance floor talking to Brooklyn when there was a commotion. A guy who was dressed like one of your security guys—dark suit, sunglasses —picked me up off the ground and told me he had to get me somewhere safe. I immediately panicked and assumed that meant it wasn’t safe and that something bad must’ve happened. I was afraid the stalker had got to Mom, so I told him no. That I needed to find her. That’s when he said,
The whore is fine,
and when I realized
he
was the stalker and not a security guy. I tried screaming, but the music was too loud and no one could hear me. And everyone was gathering near the commotion. Then I saw part of his tattoo and realized that not only was he the stalker, but that I knew him.”

“Ohmigawd, Keatyn,” Mom says. 

I look at her. “I tried to plead with him, but he just laughed. He thought it was funny that Mom never suspected that he was moving on to her own daughter. I tried to get away. Tried to make my body limp and heavier. I struggled. He was just so strong.”

I stop and run my hand across my face then back through my hair. “Like, really strong, and I couldn’t get away. I knew I wasn’t going to get away. I knew what he wanted. I knew he was going to kidnap me, and there was nothing I could do about it. The door kept getting closer, and I was freaking out, full-on panicking. Then this voice started talking to me. It calmed me down.”

“A voice?” Mom asks. 

My eyes fill with fresh tears. I nod and bite my lip. “A voice that sounded like Daddy. He told me I couldn’t let him get me out the door and reminded me of a stupid self defense move I learned in P.E. So I did it. I smashed my heel into his foot just as he was getting ready to open the door. And it worked. He loosened his grip on me, I broke free, and ran.” I let out at big breath of air. I’m exhausted. “You guys know the rest.”

“What are we going to do?” Tommy says flatly.

Garrett Smith stands up and takes control. He puts his hand out to the detective closest to him and says, “We appreciate everything you’ve done. We’ll take it from here.”

The detectives nod at him, mutter something about if they can do anything else to let them know, and are escorted out the door.

Tommy hands me his glass of scotch. 

Garrett comes back and sits in front of me. “Tell me how you know him.”

I cover my face with my hand and shake my head no. “I can’t. You’ll be mad at me. But I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know.”

Tommy rubs my back. “None of us knew, baby. You’ve got to tell us. We aren’t going to be mad. We’re so glad you were smart enough to figure it out when you did.”

“But that’s just it. I’m not smart.” I look at my mom. “Mom, remember the hot older guy I had dinner with? Vincent Sharpe?”

“Yes?”

“It was him.”

“What do you mean?”

“The stalker, Thaddeus whatever. He either goes by Vincent Sharpe or was pretending to be him.”

Mom’s legs buckle. James grabs her elbow. “Oh my God, Keatyn. You had dinner with him.”

Garrett flips back through his notes and mutters, “Sharpe. Where did I see that name?”

I answer. “He said his grandmother was Viviane Sharpe.”

“Yes, that’s it. He wasn’t lying about that. So you know him? Went to dinner with him? Spent time with him?”

“Basically, yes.”

Everyone in the room starts to murmur and ask questions. 

Garrett stands up and holds up his hands to get everyone to stop. “Look, I know you all have a million questions, but I’m going to ask them. We’ve got to piece this all together and figure out why he went from long-time fan to kidnapper. So, Abby, we know he’s been a fan of yours for years, but it was never a problem. When did things first escalate? Was it when you found the note in the backpack? When I was brought in?”

Mom thinks. “No, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal at the time, but before that, he broke into my trailer on set.”

“And he stole a family photo,” James says. “One of Keatyn and Abby on the beach in Hawaii.” 

Garrett surmises, “So he sees a photo and instead of seeing Keatyn, he sees the Abby he first fell in love with in the photo. Young Abby.”

“That was the same day I met him. I remember, because you were in the living room with all those men in suits when I came back from shopping with Sander. It was the day we broke up.”

“Where did you meet him? When you were shopping?”

“No. On our beach.”

Mom audibly gasps. “He came to our house?”

Brooklyn says, “He was on the beach, down more toward my house. He told us he was buying a house up the beach and asked me to teach him to surf. He seemed cool, except for the way he was staring at Keatyn. I didn’t like it, but he quickly apologized for staring. He told us she looked just like Abby in
A Day at the Lake
, and how he had a big crush on her when he was fourteen. He said Keatyn brought back some memories.”

Garrett says, “Okay, do you remember when you saw him next?”

I nod. “Yeah, it was that same night. He was at Damian’s last gig. He kinda flirted with me. Told me he wanted to make a movie. I laughed and asked him if that line usually worked for him in the bar. I kinda blew him off, but he told me he was doing a remake of
A Day at the Lake
. I joked that I didn’t want to stand around in a bikini and scream. He told me it wouldn’t be like that. That I’d be a kick ass heroine and it’d be a blockbuster. He gave me his business card. Told me to call him. I didn’t. The script wasn’t even written. I’m not dumb.” I close my eyes tightly. “Well, I thought I wasn’t dumb.”

I take another slow sip of Tommy’s scotch and slowly open my eyes. The burn of the scotch on my throat is a harsh reminder that this isn’t just a bad dream. 

Garrett says, “So he fantasized about remaking Abby’s movie. Now he’s found an Abby look-a-like to play the role. Still, there has to be something in his life that happened. Something that made him snap.”

“His grandmother died,” I say. “He idolized her. She was an old film star, and he said she was a lady. He went on and on about how Grandmother—that’s what he called her, never Grandma, always Grandmother—respected Abby because she never took off her clothes in her movies; that hers were clean, like they were in the old days. He had a bad childhood, and it sounds like his mom was pretty slutty. She was married like six times. The last guy she married had money, but didn’t want kids, so she dumped him at his grandmother’s house. It was good for him though. It sounded like he kind of had low self-esteem, like maybe kids used to make fun of him. But his grandmother told him he could fake confidence. He said eventually he didn’t have to fake it anymore.”

“So the woman he idolizes dies. Okay,” Garrett says. “What else?”

“I helped him spread her ashes on our beach. He was very sad. I don’t think he was faking it. He sobbed on my shoulder. I hugged him and cried too. He was buying the beach house for her birthday. Apparently, she met the love of her life on this beach and was happiest there. She wanted Vincent to find true love. He told me she would have loved that he met me on their beach. The next day, he texted me and asked me to dinner. He wanted to thank me for being nice to him.”

“That’s the night Barbara called and said you were having dinner with a hot, older guy, right?” Mom says. 

“Yeah. We drank wine on the patio first.”

Garrett says, “What happened that night?”

I think about it. “We talked all about the movie, but then not.”

“What do you mean?”

“Even though we talked about the movie, it was like . . .” I trail off, and finally whisper, “I don’t know. I don’t know anything.”

Garrett touches my arm, and I immediately flinch. “Did something happen?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. I always thought I was good at reading people. I was so wrong about him.”

“Don’t question your instincts. Tell me what you really thought.”

“Even though the things he said were about the movie, it kinda felt like he was trying to seduce me. His hand would accidentally brush against my knee when he filled the wine. He asked me when I’d be legal. He told me I have an expressive face and all about these things I do with my mouth, like how I bite my lip. He ran his thumb across my lip. After dinner, he kissed me on the cheek, but it was longer than a kiss on the cheek should be. Then he looked at me and told me he could tell my other cheek was jealous, so he kissed it too. He was really quite charming.”

“Sociopaths are charming, Keatyn. People are naturally drawn to them, but they’re cold inside.”

I look at a photo of the girls on the coffee table. They’re all in rainbow tutus, except for Gracie. She’s in full-on princess garb. I remember the note in Avery’s backpack, and I instantly know what made him snap. “Mom became a whore,” I mutter. 

Mom goes, “What?”

“The note that was in Avery’s backpack. He was pissed at you. You did those sex scenes and instead of being like the grandmother he idolized, you became a whore . . . like his mother. He hated his mother.”

“That’s very insightful, Keatyn. Now we’re getting somewhere,” Garrett says. “His grandmother, the woman he idolizes, dies. And the other woman he idolizes becomes a whore. That’s what did it. What sent him over the edge. Tell me the rest. Every time you had contact with him.”

I tell him everything.

Garrett looks very somber when he says, “Keatyn, Abby, this isn’t going to stop.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re going to have to send Keatyn away for a while. She can’t stay here. It’s too dangerous.”

“We’re getting ready to go to Vancouver to shoot a movie,” Mom says. “She’ll come with us.”

“Abby, this has gone beyond your typical obsessed fan. The pictures, his following her, and breaking into the house a few doors down in a private, gated community all suggest that this has become a game to him. He managed to work his way into her life. Vancouver isn’t the answer. This is very serious, and I think it would be best for the whole family if you split up for the time being.”

Mom gets a fierce look on her face, like a lion protecting her young. “We’re not sending her anywhere. She’ll stay with us.” 

“I was thinking of something like witness protection. We can change her name and she can go away until he finds someone else to obsess over, or until we can catch him.”

“Change my name? Move away? What happened to
I’m not going to allow myself to be victimized.
Isn’t that what you always say, Mom
?
”

“This is different, Keatyn, because you almost were a victim,” Garrett says bluntly.

That knocks out what little wind I had left in my sails. 

Garrett continues. “Look, he’s obsessed about your mom for years. He got mad at her over the nude scenes and switched his focus to you. I think if he can’t find you or see you, he’ll find someone new to focus on. Worst case scenario, you go away for six months, maybe a year.”

“A year! Are you
nuts
!?” But then my eyes dance across the photo of the girls, and I know they won’t be safe if I’m with them.

Mom sucks in a loud breath. I can tell she’s getting ready to protest. 

“No. He’s right. You’ve got to think about the girls, Mom. I want them to be safe.”

“What if she went to live with her grandfather in Texas?” Mom asks. 

“Too easy to trace,” James says.

“What about France? She could live in our house there? Go to school? He didn’t try anything this summer when she was gone.”

“He knows about France,” I say, just as James says, “I don’t think that’s a good idea either.”

Damian speaks up. “What about boarding school?” He turns to his dad. “The school where Trent’s older brother went. Aren’t you friends with the dean?”

“Son, you're brilliant,” Mr. Moran says. “It's perfect. Highly secure. The Secretary of State’s kids went there a few years ago, so the Secret Service installed fencing around the perimeter. There’s a guard booth, single access entry, and perimeter cameras.”