Hot Blog: LATIN ADULTERY LATINADULTERY makes wackos do what they do?" Tim said. He took a swallow of his bottle of peach-flavored iced tea. "All I know is that I'd like to bust the asshole who's doing this."
"So would I!" Lex said. "It drives me nuts having the sergeant in our sector all the time."
"Maybe we scared the bad guy off," Tim said. "The last two weeks have been quiet. Nothing's happened at all. No sign of the guy. As far as I know, we haven't gotten any complaints about phone calls, either."
"I don't know," Lex said, opening a cellophane package holding a cheese Danish. "None of this makes any sense to me. If this scumbag was so hot to get this lady, why'd he stop after one try?"
"Maybe we scared him off," Tim said. "The night he shot up her house, we got there pretty quick after she called."
"Maybe," Lex said. "I wouldn't count on it, though. Sounds like the guy's a certified wack-a-doodle. That kind usually doesn't scare off that easy."
"Come on, partner," Tim said. "Don't be such a worry-wart. We've gotten through half the night without anything happening. Let's get through the rest of the shift."
"Yeah, let's," Lex said. He began wolfing down his Danish.
Heidi was lying in bed, reading a woman's magazine. Two weeks had passed with no sign of the man who had been terrorizing her. She had begun to allow herself to believe she was safe once again. She read some more, then, barely able to keep her eyes open, she laid the magazine on the table next to her bed, switched off the light, and snuggled under the covers. Before long, she was sound asleep.