“But he was obviously watching for you?”
“I suppose so. What else would he be doing?”
It was a logical question, but the tone of it indicated the extent of Jesse’s nervousness.
“What did he do when you recognized him?”
“He smiled. Then he did that thing to make his hand look like a pistol. You know, thumb in the air, pointer finger extended. He pretended to shoot me, grinned, and walked away.” Jesse paused. “Jesus, Ray, do you think that was a threat?”
“Probably not. Stalking’s about power. The stalker gets a feeling of control from it. I’d say this is a kind of revenge. He’s getting back at you for rejecting him. He must feel some sort of satisfaction just knowing he’s messing with your head.”
“Uh huh. I’ve been told that before. So what do I do?”
“First of all, despite what I just
