Detective Ramirez tried to get through to Elena. He let out a big sigh. “Elena, I’ve worked cases like this before. I am very familiar with this kind of manipulative, narcissistic, psychopathic stalker.” Elena abruptly interrupted. “Manipulative? Narcissist? Psychopath? Stalker? No, no, no… not Mason. With all due respect, Detective Ramirez, Mason is a really nice guy. He’s a perfect gentleman and always has been from the moment I met him.” Detective Ramirez rolled his eyes. “Oh boy,” he muttered. Mason had already brainwashed Elena. Ramirez tapped his fingers on the desk. “You don’t understand who you’re dealing with, Elena. I know how these monsters operate—the manipulation, the mind games, the carefully woven deception, the psychological domination. They don’t just control you. They warp your reality so severely, you begin to question your own mind. You start to go insane—and it can get very violent, too.” Elena shook her head disapprovingly. “Detective Ramirez...Mason isn't like that. He's very kind. He's everything I dreamed of—charming, respectful, attentive. He remembers the little things, opens doors, and listens when I talk. He makes me feel special. And he’s so loving and caring.” Ramirez stared at Elena with a strong gaze that could cut through steel. “I know what it looks like, Elena. Narcissistic psychopaths can be incredibly charming, manipulative—and dangerously calculating. They match your rhythm—your humor, passions, and insecurities—as if tailor-made just for you. It feels like fate. It isn’t. It’s strategy.” Elena stammered. “But Mason prayed with me and we even cried together…” Detective Ramirez muttered under his breath, "I don't know who he was praying to—but I know it wasn't God." Mason held Elena and cried with her. All the while… He was planning something so sinister, so cold-blooded. It would make even the most seasoned detective's hair stand up on his head. Elena thought she knew Mason. Thought he was gentle, thoughtful… real. But monsters don’t always hide in the dark. Sometimes they hide in plain sight—with a smile, a gift, and perfect timing. Behind Mason’s charm lies a darkness so calculated, so twisted, so disturbing. Detective Ramirez leaned forward. “Elena, narcissistic psychopaths are emotional tacticians. They learn early in life how to mimic empathy and connection—but they don’t feel it. Mason's crying...was all a game. A calculated performance. They study you… then mirror you, crafting an illusion of familiarity, of shared experiences. It feels like a connection. Like fate. But it’s a lie—deliberate, calculated, and designed to make you trust them. And the moment you lower your defenses—WHAM! This is EXACTLY what you’re dealing with.” Elena began to open up—hesitantly sharing, for the first time, the disturbingly eerie things that had been happening to her and around the house. The details are revealed in the book. You won't believe the things that Mason did. Detective Ramirez’s entire demeanor shifted after listening to Elena. His eyes bucked. His expression hardened into a cold stare. “We’ve seen these kinds of cases before. These people are manipulative, very dangerous, and extremely unpredictable. And this Mason guy knows EXACTLY where you are, Elena. You’re NOT safe there. I need you to pack your bags and leave your home IMMEDIATELY!” Elena sat frozen. Her face drained of color. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even blink. The room fell silent—except for the faint ticking of the clock behind Ramirez’s desk. Ramirez’s voice lowered—grim, urgent, and unshakable. “Elena… you’re in grave danger. This is life or death.” He didn’t blink. “We’re sending the SWAT team to your home RIGHT NOW! Ramirez quickly grabbed the CB radio, his fingers tightening around it as he speaks with controlled urgency. "Dispatch, this is Detective Ramirez. Requesting immediate assembly at designated location. Possible Code 5 in progress—maintain discretion. Repeat, possible Code 5, eyes on all exits." Things are spiraling rapidly. Only God knows how far Mason is willing to go. Ramirez turns to Elena with the most serious look on his face. His jaw tightened. "You CAN'T go back home—until I tell you it’s safe. Do. You. Understand me?” The blood rushed to Elena’s face. Her chest tightened. She nodded slowly—paralyzed by fear. Her teeth chattered. She had no idea Mason was this dangerous.