He's right. Of course, he's right. I know that, but it's a risk I have to take. I'm not going to live my life like this. Wondering whether he's watching. Wondering what he did when he was in my home. Wondering whether I know him. Is he the guy who watches me at work or the man I've seen in the street who smiles at me? Is he picking on me because of something I've done to him or am I just a random target? Target, not victim. I will not allow myself to be that. No, just a target.<br/><br/>'It's the only way, Dave,' I tell him. 'You can't risk just waiting here, because he may be watching. And you can't risk coming back, because he may see you. What I suggest is this.'<br/><br/>I take a deep breath and tell him my plan, something it's taken me hours to work out.<br/><br/>'You leave me here alone. I'll text you every, what, 15 minutes. If you get a text, you'll know I'm OK. If not, come running. At worst, he'll have been here for a quarter of an hour. At best, only a minute or two. I can keep him off, hopefully, long enough for you to get here.'<br/><br/>I let him think about it.<br/><br/>'What do you reckon, Dave? It's the best we can do, isn't it?'