"How's your boyfriend doing?"
"You mean, my partner?"
"Oh, is that what he is?" he asked ,giving her a side-glance. "So how's he doing? I saw his picture in the newspapers."
"He's fine. Thank you."
"You know he's all wrong for you, don't you?"
"Really? And how would you know that?"
"I know everything about you, Jessie. More than you can imagine."
"How do you know my name?"
"From the newspapers."
"So how long have you been following me?" she asked.
"I don't know that you could call it following, per se. Let's just say, I've admired you from afar." Jessie's heart was pounding louder than thunder, but she wasn't giving up on this little charade until she brought Stanley Gott down. Without even thinking, she tossed her soda into his eyes.
He wiped both eyes with his fingers. "You b*
