Chapter 4: Unraveling the Plot
This time, the technicians placed a tracker on Coiley’s computer, revealing that the intruder was indeed within the same city. The police criminal investigation unit opted to feign ignorance, intending to capitalize on the situation. Their strategy involved having Coiley log into social dating websites daily, engaging with a variety of men, and conducting screenings based on registration dates and IP addresses. Coiley employed alluring photos and a casual, witty demeanor to connect with several individuals. As she continued these interactions, she methodically narrowed down her list of potential suspects. Coiley’s charisma and intelligence allowed her to establish rapport with these men, facilitating her discreet collection of information.
She meticulously scrutinized communication patterns, seeking any inconsistencies or signs that could suggest the intruder’s presence. Coiley’s conversations were laced with subtle inquiries and questions aimed at uncovering more about the person’s background and motives.
In the meantime, the police and technicians closely monitored her interactions, poised to act on any lead that could identify the elusive figure. The tension escalated as Coiley played her role, each day inching her closer to unmasking the person who had been observing her, and possibly others, from the shadows.
She noticed a particular man who would send her a message the moment he logged on, always in a discreet manner, not pushing for a quick connection or a date. His profile picture was blurry, but her instincts told her this was the one. Coiley shared a snapshot of a dimly lit bar on the dating app, accompanied by a heartfelt caption: “Feeling a bit too tipsy tonight, really want to let it all out.” Deputy Director Jett and his fellow officers were keeping a low profile nearby, occasionally clinking glasses with Coiley. She sensed that he was indeed present, yet he remained unmoved. Perhaps she hadn’t quite reached the right level of inebriation. With that thought, Coiley finished off the remaining half bottle of gin and swayed her way toward the restroom.
She felt that today might just be another fruitless endeavor, and then she lost consciousness.
