When Fame Turns Frightening: How My Author Spotlight Invited a Sinister Shadow
Stupid move. I was only a few feet from him. If he had had a gun, I might not have lived. But this was Canada.
The Toronto Police came, dusted his fingerprints and were able to find his prints in the system. Later, with police at my side, I identified him in court, and he was sent to jail.
A neighbor down the street heard about my intruder and offered to rent his home to me. Assuming his house was safer, I moved in. Big mistake.
Eventually, I realized the intruder, “Ward,” and my new landlord, “Rodney,” were in jail together. They must have seen me on television and plotted their revenge.
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