With her bag tightly clutched, Nora walked out of the police station with a frown on her face. Her footsteps echoed faintly in the night, her heart pounding with unease. It wasn't the first time she had felt this way, the nagging sense that someone might be following her, though her rational mind assured her otherwise.
Why did the police have to keep insisting that this was a prank? Did they think that the stalker would come and give them a confession? With the previous incident between her mother and herself, some even insisted that it must be her mother who was trying to stalk her. She's been tempted to use the commissioner's name but she knew that it was not possible. As far as anyone knew, the commissioner had just made a random stop for inspection.
She glanced over her shoulder every few steps, the streetlamps casting eerie, elongated shadows which scared her more than reassured her.
