Most of the place had been trashed and painted with tags. Ronja had finally solved the entry problem by realizing they could climb the building to rea...h an open window on the second floor.John was a bit edgy, perhaps from the atmosphere of the place. For the most part he seemed busy looking at Maria that currently was leading the exploration. It was unclear to Ronja if Maria had failed to notice what on impact she had on the younger guy, or if she on purpose refused to notice him."That is. ”“Thank you. Will you be here tomorrow?”I double checked her name tag. Normal spelling of the name Cheryl. Shouldn’t be a problem.“Yeah, Cheryl, I will be. We can talk then. Are you OK ‘til then?”She nodded, stifling another shudder. I was afraid whatever was bothering her wasn’t going to wait that long.“Cheryl, what time do you get off today?”“Two o’clock. Right after the lunch rush,” she said, tilting her head questioningly.“OK, I’m coming back then so we can talk. You are in trouble, and. “Here’s my card and a case number. If you can check with the desk tomorrow, at your neighborhood substation, there’s the address, I’ll have one of the people there get your statement, and the evidence,” I nodded as he spoke, “and, ma’am, if you saw it, as I think I heard you say, it would be very appropriate for you to be there as well. Nineish tomorrow, for both of you, if that’s acceptable.”“Please, let me check.” She called someone on her phone, explaining the situation then ended the call.. Call my girl in the morning and tell her what happened, please. She’ll take care of you. Thank you.” I rolled my window up, waving to him a bit, then pulled out and drove off, exiting and taking the back roads. I saw him following me, then pull away quickly when I hit my drive and he kept on going. He was either a nice guy with a good heart, or a stalker. Life is complicated.The next morning I told Susie, my personal assistant, what had happened. She took notes, his name, time, and so forth. “A.