"Thanks," she says quietly. It makes her feel a little better.Somebody must know something. If her stalker made the effort of charming a young couple into inviting him into their home, then surely he's talked to other people.
"A nail gun," she confirms with a small frown. Shark's right, who ever did this was sicker than most. She gives him a worried look when another thought occurs to her. "You'll be careful, won't you, when you're asking around? He tortured strangers to get close to me, I don't want to think about what he'd do to a friend of mine..."
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Date: 2017-07-18 12:31 pm (UTC)"A nail gun," she confirms with a small frown. Shark's right, who ever did this was sicker than most. She gives him a worried look when another thought occurs to her. "You'll be careful, won't you, when you're asking around? He tortured strangers to get close to me, I don't want to think about what he'd do to a friend of mine..."