I took out my phone and dialed the stalker's number.
The number you have dialed is incorrect.
I was startled when I heard that. What's happening? I pressed the call button again and received the same automated response.
When it happened again, the male police officer crossed his arm across his chest and looked at me intently.
"You are sure that it's the stalker's number right?" asked the lady police.
I just nodded.
"Do any of your friends have his number?" she asked softly.
I shook my head.
"Is this the only way that he contacts you?" she asked again.
I shook my head which made them perk up.
"How else does he contact you, aside from your mobile?"
"He talks to me."
"Talk?" The lady police maintained her composure amidst that revelation. "Can you please tell us more about that?"
I nodded and took a deep breath before saying, "At times, he would speak to me when I am in the elevator."
