Tracey knew there was a new stalker. Maybe an ex-boyfriend or a crazy deluded bastard.

“Its impossible dealing with people with no respect for privacy.”

“But then why don’t you complain to the police?”

“He’s a stalker! He will know that I am headed towards the copstation. Makes it redundant.”

“You can call in and complain.”

“But I can’t use my phone these days.”

“Why?”

“Roy hasn’t hung up.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes. Ever since our break up… he still has no idea I am on the other side… I wanna know how long is he gonna bang that current bitch.”