I had been around cops all my life. I had a healthy respect for the good ones and total contempt for those who were less than professional. My cousin,...Joe, was a good cop. He was the one who told me to always get a picture of any ID from anyone who felt the need to show it. He told me many plain clothes law enforcement people tried to be somewhat anonymous as they strove to ruin your life.“Where were you last night at midnight?” demanded the man.The customer behind him in line was paying close. Pete Police Dept., that got me the asshole's address. Based on his tag number.St Pete Police warned him, but I met him with a .44 magnum under his nose, (leaning over the top of his Camaro), and promised him that the world was not a big enough place for both of us if he ever bothered my daughter again. I probably should have just shot the son-of-a-bitch, the world would have been better off. I have to admit, however, I have never seen his name on any sex-offenders list. Believer? Maybe so.I had. It seemed forever till Friday finally came. But it finally did and we were now standing on the porch of Leather’s house. Angela rang the bell.As before, the porch light went out and the door opened with an ominous creaking. We stepped inside.Leathers was standing there. He gave Angel a peck on the cheek and said, “Hi,” then turned to me. “Hey Sarah, how’ve you been?” He was no longer wearing his motorcycle helmet. This time he wore a cloth hood type mask with only his eyes, nose and mouth. I want to serve man and I have chosen you." Yeah, good one." Walter smirked. "Okay, then tell me how you picked me?" You would not understand." Try me." No, you will not understand. All I can say is that our minds can scan the wires you use for television." She hesitated and then said, "Think of it as two-way cable. You watched me and I watched you." Lady, you're crazy. That can't be."She paused and rubbed her chin while furrowing her brow. Then her face lit up as she dropped her hand to her.