The stalker

"The man who had stalked him must be insane", the policeman said, "what kind of stalker stalks a psychopath for months?

Who is stupid enough to take such a risk?"

All the shrinks he knew he had invited to his office. He showed us the pictures of what once was a stalker. They reminded me of myself chopping hearts in pieces. I took one of the pictures and studied it closer. I recognized the glove and was right it wasn't there.

"Where is his heart?"

"I assume consumed by your psychopath."

"What do you mean my psychopath?"

I was quite sure there was no psychopath in my therapy group. Fruitcakes, spoiled kids, drama queens and cry babies but psychopaths? No!

"You are mistaken, I don't do psychopaths or stalkers!"

"He had your business card with him."

"So has the guy from the grocery shop. What about them?" I pointed at the other shrinks. They gathered together like stupid sheep and not one of them spoke a word. The blond one was nervous and the guy with the beard had something to hide too.

"He had their cards too."

She grew pale: her voice had a harsh note in it. "It was some money I lost under the bridge...", she hesitated.

I was not sure if I wanted to hear her story about lost money under a bridge.

"Hello girl, wake up, we are looking for the lousy shrink who didn't notice how his patient felt, that he snapped because he was stalked. Anyone?"

The policeman grinned. I started to think he invited me to do his job. Together we played good cop, bad cop and I was the bad cop. Fine with me.

"Under what bridge you lost your money dear", the policeman asked. He turned towards the blond sheep and even put on his I-am-there-for-you-babe-you-have,-nothing-to-fear mask on.

The sheep glanced at him and felt clearly relieved. The good cop was her saviour and hero and she told him how she went on her way to meet a guy she felt very concerned about. She intended to give him some money so he could stay at a hotel for the night. It wasn't something like the Hilton but good enough and breakfast included.

"You don't feel uncomfortable to go over there alone, love?"

"It's not a habit of mine to do so but he really felt in need and..."

"Okay, long story short. Is he the psychopath we are looking for and if so, where do you hide him?" I wanted to know.

I wasn't in the mood to hear long stories about who felt or thought what. I ordered a Fitbit bracelet and the postman would deliver it at my doorstep in two hours time and I had to be home to sign for the package.

"Oh my god, no, he is not a psychopath at all. I agree he is nuts but he is also my brother. He would never harm anyone. He was just angry I lost the money."

"That was stupid indeed. Why didn't you pay for the hotel, pick him up and dump him there? How about you?" I asked the shrink with the beard.

It is always good to follow your instinct, besides of the lesson a teacher teached me as I was 12 years old. Never trust a guy with a beard or mustache, they have something to hide. Since the teacher had both he could know.

Although the shrink did his best to ignore me the policeman came to my help.

"You wrote some interesting books."

"We all write about our work, experiences."

"Not me", I said

"Then you should. You can make a great income with it and buy a new dress. You could use one."

"How about these books, your clients agree you write about them? Your latest book, the one about "How to finish a stalker" seems to be a bestseller."

"I am not the only one who wrote about stalkers and the impact it has on people's life."

The other sheep came back to life and bleated he was right and the blond one looked relieved now no one paid attention to her.

The clock on the wall kept ticking and told me I had 1 hour left to get home.

"Stop the bleating and give his name!", I shouted. " Come on, spit it out, we don't have whole day. Is it your gardner?"

He looked at me in surprise, the same way the sheep looked at him.

"How do you know?", he stammered. "He didn't have the address..."

"Good luck, your case is solved", I said to the policeman, "don't show up today again, I need to count my footsteps if I mow the rest of my lawn."

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