It’s always best to err on the side of caution.” Not only that, I needed this to be a problem. I needed her to have a problem so I could solve it. I wasn’t going to let this go so easily. “You think you might have a stalker?”
She nodded.
Two thoughts occurred to me in quick succession: (1.) What kind of sick bastard would bother such a sweet, innocent scientist? (2.) Stalking Dr. Hargrove, now why hadn’t I thought of that? The wealth of information I could’ve gathered. The things I might’ve seen and heard. Apparently, my brain wasn’t that devious. Too bad.
“I’ll catch him for you,” I blurted out. “I’ll follow you around for a few days, at a distance of course, and I’ll find out who’s stalking you.”
Dr. Hargrove gave me an odd look. “Your solution to my stalker problem is to follow me around at a distance?” she asked. “Are you serious? You would actually do that for me?”
“Sure,” I said. “Leave it to me. I’ll find the guy and make him stop. Don’t worry.”
Dr. Hargrove looked relieved. “Great,” she said. “So in a way, I’ll have my own stalker-stalker.”
Blog entry: Dr. Hargrove took a piece of paper from her drawer to write down her address.
“No need for that,” I said. “I’ll figure it out.”
She looked up.
“Hey,” I said, “what kind of stalker would I be if I couldn’t even figure out your address?”
“What kind of stalker -stalker,” she corrected.
“What? Oh, yes,” I said, “of course, what kind of stalker-stalker. As I won’t actually be stalking you. I know. Don’t worry.”
Blog entry: Went home happy. Was finally making some progress. Had a great lead on a way in with Dr. Hargrove and, on the off chance she did actually have a stalker, I’d simply identify him and become Dr. Hargrove’s instant hero.
Things were looking up.
Blog entry: Made dinner and watched TV. Got ready to go back to the clinic and follow Dr. Hargrove home, then decided against it. That was exactly what she expected me to do. I’d read somewhere that girls prefer unpredictable guys, so I’d opt to stay an enigma and go the next day.
Blog entry: Watched some more TV. Played some computer games. Read a chapter of Warren’s manuscript.
Blog entry: Thinking about the drugs interfering with my reasoning, I decided not to do my taxes this year.
Part tw0
14.
Blog entry: Spent the following day selling absolutely nothing to nobody. Checked the internet for cool updates but didn’t find any. Hicks complained about painful wrists from all the sweeping, so I made him clean the windows. He only cleaned the insides, though. I didn’t complain.
Went to the department store two streets down during lunch to search for stalker gear. Thought about a way of asking for such gear without using the word stalker, then opted to just browse on my own.
Blog entry: I was feeling really psyched about this new and exciting aspect of my life. There was a dark and dangerous edge to it. I couldn’t wait to enter this twilight world of barely legal nighttime activities.
Didn’t find much in the way of stalker gear at the department store. The only items that seemed at all useful were a balaclava and a pair of leather gloves. I quickly realized the point wasn’t to be unrecognizable, but to be inconspicuous, so I ended up leaving the store empty handed.
Blog entry: Closed up at five and headed to the hospital. Had some time to kill before my stalker-stalker duties so I’d try to get more information on Joseph Miller from the hospital staff. My new edgy lifestyle had me convinced that the worst that could happen would be that they’d throw me out of the hospital. I didn’t believe they had the time or resources to actually have me arrested. If they tried, I’d go for a daring escape, which would be cool and edgy also.
Blog entry: There was a different nurse at the desk this time. I asked her to let me
She nodded.
Two thoughts occurred to me in quick succession: (1.) What kind of sick bastard would bother such a sweet, innocent scientist? (2.) Stalking Dr. Hargrove, now why hadn’t I thought of that? The wealth of information I could’ve gathered. The things I might’ve seen and heard. Apparently, my brain wasn’t that devious. Too bad.
“I’ll catch him for you,” I blurted out. “I’ll follow you around for a few days, at a distance of course, and I’ll find out who’s stalking you.”
Dr. Hargrove gave me an odd look. “Your solution to my stalker problem is to follow me around at a distance?” she asked. “Are you serious? You would actually do that for me?”
“Sure,” I said. “Leave it to me. I’ll find the guy and make him stop. Don’t worry.”
Dr. Hargrove looked relieved. “Great,” she said. “So in a way, I’ll have my own stalker-stalker.”
Blog entry: Dr. Hargrove took a piece of paper from her drawer to write down her address.
“No need for that,” I said. “I’ll figure it out.”
She looked up.
“Hey,” I said, “what kind of stalker would I be if I couldn’t even figure out your address?”
“What kind of stalker -stalker,” she corrected.
“What? Oh, yes,” I said, “of course, what kind of stalker-stalker. As I won’t actually be stalking you. I know. Don’t worry.”
Blog entry: Went home happy. Was finally making some progress. Had a great lead on a way in with Dr. Hargrove and, on the off chance she did actually have a stalker, I’d simply identify him and become Dr. Hargrove’s instant hero.
Things were looking up.
Blog entry: Made dinner and watched TV. Got ready to go back to the clinic and follow Dr. Hargrove home, then decided against it. That was exactly what she expected me to do. I’d read somewhere that girls prefer unpredictable guys, so I’d opt to stay an enigma and go the next day.
Blog entry: Watched some more TV. Played some computer games. Read a chapter of Warren’s manuscript.
Blog entry: Thinking about the drugs interfering with my reasoning, I decided not to do my taxes this year.
Part tw0
14.
Blog entry: Spent the following day selling absolutely nothing to nobody. Checked the internet for cool updates but didn’t find any. Hicks complained about painful wrists from all the sweeping, so I made him clean the windows. He only cleaned the insides, though. I didn’t complain.
Went to the department store two streets down during lunch to search for stalker gear. Thought about a way of asking for such gear without using the word stalker, then opted to just browse on my own.
Blog entry: I was feeling really psyched about this new and exciting aspect of my life. There was a dark and dangerous edge to it. I couldn’t wait to enter this twilight world of barely legal nighttime activities.
Didn’t find much in the way of stalker gear at the department store. The only items that seemed at all useful were a balaclava and a pair of leather gloves. I quickly realized the point wasn’t to be unrecognizable, but to be inconspicuous, so I ended up leaving the store empty handed.
Blog entry: Closed up at five and headed to the hospital. Had some time to kill before my stalker-stalker duties so I’d try to get more information on Joseph Miller from the hospital staff. My new edgy lifestyle had me convinced that the worst that could happen would be that they’d throw me out of the hospital. I didn’t believe they had the time or resources to actually have me arrested. If they tried, I’d go for a daring escape, which would be cool and edgy also.
Blog entry: There was a different nurse at the desk this time. I asked her to let me
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