"911, what is your
emergency?" I ask when the call comes in. An exasperated
voice, running when she made the call, answered, "I'm
being followed, I-I don't see him now, b-but he's there
somewhere." She was stuttering, paranoid, and obviously very
afraid.
"Alright, ma'am, calm down. Can you tell me your
name?"
"Jessica Yates. My name is Jessica Yates."
"Okay, Jessica, can you tell me where you're
at?"
"Um, I don't know... I w-was at 5th and Main when I
n-noticed him. I just ran. I don't know what street I'm
on."
"That's okay, Jessica. Can you describe to me this man
who's following you?"
"I don't know, he's tall, and he has dark hair. He
has a messy beard and he's wearing a long, dark coat. I think
I saw a knife. Please help me!"
I recognized the description. There had been reports of a
suspicious person near the locations where bodies had recently
been found. A composite sketch had been all over the news for the
last couple of days. Before I could respond, her voice came
again. She screamed.
"Oh no, he's here again! He's found me! Please!
Please, help! I don't want to die!"
"Well you'd better run fast then." I deleted the
recording.
