This is the fourteenth and final installment in a series, so if you have not done so already, you might want to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII and Part XIII before continuing.
I heard someone blew up her house. That’ll show her.
It’s about time someone taught that bitch a lesson.
Lilah wished she could have felt surprise at the fact that the hateful comments kept on coming with her latest article, but somehow she found she couldn’t be. Nothing would stop the haters from hating her, but she had never been interested in trying to change their minds. It was the police she was after.
She sat across the desk from the police chief as he stared at his computer screen. Lilah suspected he was just pretending to look for the suspects she had sent his way – randomly clicking his mouse, opening and closing files that had nothing to do with her case. “Anything?” she asked after a few moments of awkward silence.
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any record of these threats.”
“Why am I not surprised.”
“Ma’am, I assure you, if there had been any indication anything like this would happen, we would have followed up on it.”
“Any indication? Such as someone publishing my full address along with a picture of my front door overlaid with crosshairs?”
He hesitated before saying, “Well, online comments aren’t considered-”
“Threats against women aren’t considered worth your time,” Lilah interrupted him.
“That’s not what I said.”
“It’s what you meant, regardless of whether you have any intention of ever acknowledging it. In any case, I have a full record of everything I sent to your office. I can fax you copies of everything in the file, and I can resend every email I sent, along with the date and time I sent it and the address to which I sent it.”
Lilah could have sworn she saw the police chief gulp.
“I trust that will be a good start to your investigation.”
“Yes. That should do for now.”
“Good. Let me know if you need me to do any other aspects of your job for you.” He glared at her, but she knew he didn’t have a comeback. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go do my own job. I have an article to write.”
Lilah didn’t wait for a reply before getting up and walking out the door. She didn’t even give the chief a chance to get up from his chair. Like she said, she had an article to write. She knew it would draw still more haters, but it would also draw more supporters and fellow sufferers. Now she could, with certainty, add the fact that the police hadn’t bothered to file any of the threats or tips she had sent them. She had proof that they didn’t have her back, but she wasn’t alone. She was just getting started.