Natasha pursed her lips together at Officer Vatar's pointed question about her own personal safety. She had, in fact, over the last week, started to receive threats... some veiled, others quite obvious.
"Yes, I have... Officer Vatar," she admitted with a sigh as she took a seat at her desk, a tired look on her face.
"They started last weekend, Sunday, I think... " Natasha explained. "First it was just hang-up calls. I thought, at first, it was maybe a wrong number or something, but then I started getting the texts," she said as she opened her purse and dug out her cell phone.
"Here..." she said quietly, trying not to act as unnerved as she felt, though her hand shook a little bit as she handed over her phone so the officers could see the messages in her inbox.
Messages that included warnings and threats. Ones saying she should close the MCSS, others about leaving the island in a silver coffin, and ones that called her a bloodsucking whore.
"Yes, I have... Officer Vatar," she admitted with a sigh as she took a seat at her desk, a tired look on her face.
"They started last weekend, Sunday, I think... " Natasha explained. "First it was just hang-up calls. I thought, at first, it was maybe a wrong number or something, but then I started getting the texts," she said as she opened her purse and dug out her cell phone.
"Here..." she said quietly, trying not to act as unnerved as she felt, though her hand shook a little bit as she handed over her phone so the officers could see the messages in her inbox.
Messages that included warnings and threats. Ones saying she should close the MCSS, others about leaving the island in a silver coffin, and ones that called her a bloodsucking whore.