The Late-night Stalker

The Late-night Stalker!

“Hello, my name’s Jane and I want to report someone stalked me last night.”

“Right,” said the Sergeant, “and where and when did this incident take place Madam?”

“About ten o’clock, sir, replied Jane. “I’d just set off to take my dog for his last constitutional in our street and I heard footsteps behind me.”

“I turned and saw a dark figure in the shadows following me,” continued Jane.

“What happened next, Madam,” asked the officer politely.

“I started running with the dog and the stalker starting hurrying after me. I could hear him shouting after me but I wasn’t going to stop and let him get his hands on me,” came the reply.

“Right, what street do you live in madam,” asked the officer.

“Darlington street, sir,” replied Jane.

“Arh ” smiled the sergeant. “We had a gentleman called in just after ten last night. He dropped off some lost property found in Darlington Street. The gentleman said he’d tried to catch up with the person who’d dropped the item but he couldn’t catch up because he had a gammy leg. It’s a glove. He said the dog-walker seemed to be in rather a hurry,” said the Sergeant.

“Oh no, that will be my glove. I was wondering where it’d got to,” said Jane.

“What colour would your glove be then madam?” asked the Sergeant.

“It’s red and black with a gold trim,” replied Jane.

“Right miss, here’s your glove,” replied the Sergeant. “We understand your concerns at that time of night - you can’t be too careful. Perhaps you could arrange to go dog-walking with your ‘stalker’. He said he’s just moved into the area and he’d be happy to escort you any time you wish to save you running like the devil.

“Here, he’s left his number behind in case you do decide to take him up on his kind offer.”