“I get that, but it doesn’t make sense,” Leo said. “I mean, yeah, the glass beads on our sneakers are unique, but thousands of people have those sunglasses and binoculars. Probably tens of thousands. Maybe hundreds of thousands. So what’s the big deal?”
“Is there anything we can do? A restraining order?” Vinnie gnawed at his lip. “I just have the most awful feeling about this guy. I don’t know what it is, because on the face of it, when describing what’s happened, I feel like I’m overreacting. But inside, I feel like we need to put as much distance between us and Arthur as humanly possible.”
Was there anything they could do? That was the question, wasn’t it? And Leo’d spent the afternoon thinking about it. “I’ve looked it up. The only protective order that might qualify is the one for st
