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didn’t catch that.”
     
    “How would you know? You can’t go around and open every desk drawer and locker. I should have locked it when I left yesterday. I never do that because the locker is empty. I just leave the lock hanging.” I grin tightly, trying to tamp down the revulsion again. “I won’t be making that mistake again.”
     
    John smiles. “After you talk to the cops, if you want to go, I understand. Take the rest of the day off. Tomorrow, too, if you need to. Come back on Monday.”
     
    John’s a good guy. “I don’t have a way home. I rode in with a friend this morning. I’ll be okay once I get that…mess…cleaned out of my locker.”
     
    “I can have one of the guys take you home. I already have one of the guys taking care of the locker. Whoever did that is one sick bastard. Any idea who did it?”
     
    “Yeah. I have a pretty good idea,” I say, my voice full of venom.
     
    John grunts. I can tell he is dying to ask, but he doesn’t. “We’ll assign you a new locker. Don’t put your name on it this time. In fact, I think we’ll take all the names off the lockers, so nothing like this happen again. Hang tough, Aubrey,” he says, looking up. I follow his gaze and see a uniformed cop step into the service area. “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”
     
    John walks out and greets the officer before motioning him to the back. A few minutes later John and the officer enter. “Ms. Carmichael, I’m Officer Kissel. I’d like to get a statement from you, if you don’t mind.”
     
    I nod my head to indicate I am willing.
     
    “Ms. Carmichael, do you have any idea who would do something like this? Anyone upset with you for some reason?”
     
    “Darren Kelly,” I spit out.
     
    “You believe Mr. Kelly did this? Why?”
     
    “I broke up with him a couple of weeks ago. I guess about a week and a half ago now. He has been following me around. Someone slashed the tires on my car and broke into my house Friday. Nothing was stolen. Later he, Darren, showed up at my door. Said he noticed my house had been broken into.”
     
    “Did you recognize the animal, Ms. Carmichael? Was it your cat?”
     
    “No. I have never seen it before today.” I shudder. I can still see that poor creature, gutted, with the knife still stuck in its body. I grit my teeth to fight back the tears and the nausea.
     
    “One more question Ms. Carmichael. Do you have any evidence that Mr. Kelley is involved in either of the two prior incidents or this one? Anything at all?”
     
    “He was hanging around outside my friend’s apartment before my tires were cut.”
     
    “But you didn’t see him cut your tires? Didn’t hear him make any comments or threats?”
     
    “No. I haven’t talked to him in several days. I’m trying to ignore him. I’m hoping he will give up and go away.”
     
    Officer Kissel snaps his notebook closed. “Ms. Carmichael, I’m sorry to tell you this, but there is very little I can do to help you at this time. If Mr. Kelley ever communicates a threat, call us. But until then, without some form of evidence, there is little we can do. You might consider seeing the magistrate and having a restraining order placed on Mr. Kelley.”
     
    “I understand.”
     
    “Ms. Carmichael. I wish I could help you more. I really do. Here is my card. Call me if something like this happens again. If nothing else, I’ll try to bust him for animal cruelty. I’ll mention this to my Captain and see if we can’t get a patrol car to cruise by your house every now and then. Maybe this Mr. Kelley will take the hint.”
     
    I take the officer’s card and smile wanly. “Thank you, Officer Kissel. I will appreciate whatever you can do.”
     
    The mundane task of procuring parts for my service guys and customers has a calming effect. By the time the afternoon rolls around, I am nearly back to normal, so long as I don’t have to walk into the locker room.
     
    As I am walking out of the back with an oil