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I bit my lip. Two badly-burned dolls had fallen from the box and they lay in charred pieces on the floor. The acrid smell of smoke was strong enough to burn my nostrils and I felt tears come rushing back.

“I don’t know,” I said. “But Thomas didn’t send it!”

“June, you should call the police,” Angela said. “This is really getting out of hand. Don’t you think it’s time to take matters into your own hands?”

I frowned. “I don’t know. They weren’t very helpful last time.”

“Well, this is different,” Angela said angrily. “And I live here too. If you don’t call them, I will.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not in danger.”

Angela looked at me sadly. “June, I want to believe that. But we need to worry about our safety. This is our home,” she stressed. “I can’t tell you how important it is that we both stay safe.”

I nodded. “Okay. I mean, you’re right,” I said slowly. “I’ll call the police now.”

Angela stayed right beside me as I dialed the non-emergency line and requested a dispatch. It seemed like forever before the cops showed up, knocking on our door so loudly that I was afraid it would cave in.

“What seems to be the problem?” The bigger cop – Officer Carmody – crossed his arms over his chest and squinted at me.

I explained the whole saga, from Andy’s first advances, to our coffee “date,” to the nasty drawings on the wall at school and the attack in the alley.

“And these just showed up,” I said, pointing down at the baby dolls.

Carmody picked one of them up in his hands and squinted.

“Um, shouldn’t you be wearing gloves?” I asked quietly. “I haven’t touched them – just the box – if you’re worried about fingerprints.”

Carmody set the messy, burned doll down on the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Angela cringe.

“Look, Judy,--“

“It’s June,” I corrected.

“Judy, I hate to tell you this, but it seems like garden variety asshole behavior.”

My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding,” I said softly. “This guy is stalking me! He’s threatening me, and harassing me! And I’m supposed to just take that in stride and let it go?”

Carmody sighed. “Look, I don’t make the rules,” he said. “But unless we have hard evidence of any of those things, you’d have a really tough time making a case against this guy.”

“You do have hard evidence,” I shrieked, pointing down to the ruined plastic. “It’s right there!”

Carmody chuckled. “No, this ain’t nothin’,” he said. “We don’t know anything – how do you even know these were for you?”

“Because my name was written on the box,” I said in exasperation. “Look, I know all of this stuff has to be connected! It’s not just some random guy trying to mess with me. He really wants to hurt me!”

Carmody snickered. “Honey, I get that you have a very high opinion of yourself, but trust me – this is just some kid messing around.”

Tears stung my eyes. Angela wrapped a protective arm around me and pulled me close.

“My friend is really scared,” she said sternly to Carmody. “And you’re telling me you’re not even going to look into it?”

Carmody was already tucking his notepad and pencil away. “There ain’t nothin’ to look into,” he said. “Call us back if you get an actual threat.”

Angela stared at him in disgust and disbelief. “You’re kidding,” she said slowly. “This is disgusting! I thought you guys were supposed be on our side.”

Carmody laughed. He pulled on his jacket and shook his head, nodding his head towards the front door. His silent partner walked out into the hall. Just as Carmody was about to follow, he turned back to Angela and me.

“Look, girls, I know it’s scary. Big, big city and you’re all on you’se own. I get that. But you girls are adults now, and that means not calling the cops for every little thing that frightens you.”

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