Stalker Letter (Mar. 7, 2000)
Katie (answering the phone): Hello?
Henry: Rise and shine, Peretti.
Katie: What do you want?
Henry: Who got up on the wrong side of her lonely twin bed this morning? Must be hard to sleep knowing you're being harassed by some crazed maniac.
Katie: Actually, you didn't cross my mind at all.
Henry: Touché. So, any additional fallout from my little arts and crafts project?
Katie: I'll talk to you when I get in, okay?
Katie: You have no clue what I just had to go through.
Henry: What? Poor baby. Poor baby. Did Holden force you to listen to '70s music all the way over?
Katie: No, Margo got the forensics report back while I was standing there with Holden.
Henry: So? Forensics came up empty, right?
Katie: Yeah, luckily for you.
Henry: Luck had nothing to do with it. It's amazing what you can accomplish with brains and a pair of latex gloves.
Katie: Don't be so cocky. Margo has already figured out that the stalker probably works here, at the station.
Henry: What a pro, that Margo. No wonder they pay her the big bucks.
Katie: Aren't you worried in the least?
Henry: Why should I be, Katie? Even Margo the magnificent cannot link us to those letters. What motive would we possibly have?
Katie: Oh, you are actually enjoying this.
Henry: Actually, I wish the game were a little bit more challenging.
Katie: Henry, I don't want you making any more phone calls, writing any more letters, okay?
Henry: Katie --
Katie: I'm sick of this!
Henry: Katie, this faux stalker is the best thing to happen
to your career since Molly and Chris left the blinds open.