She bought an answering machine to help her vet her calls. Then she would see him late at night, sitting in his car outside her flat. Desperate, she sought an intervention order and the police warned Max of the penalties for stalking. Then the threats began in earnest. Letters with the words cut from newspapers.
Telephone calls with no one at the other end of the line.
The day she found a dead cat on her doorstep with its throat cut was the culmination of months of worry and fear, and she collapsed in a weeping, soggy heap, and casting aside all pretence of independence, moved in with married friends and for the first time in over a year she felt safe. There was no visible sign of Max, but slowly Amy again began to feel certain he was still around. She found she was tensing up again, waiting for his game of cat and mouse to begin once more. Sally and Greg had urged her, watching the colour fading from her face and tension evident in the lines of her body. Get right away where Max will never find you.