I will not know when I ride my bike through Central Park in the following days, weeks and months to come and bump into Ira on his own bike that it was not coincidental. He is, in fact, spying on me. He has become my stalker.
‘Your name is wrong,’ the words on the email stated. It was one of the first four emails that came into my new business email account for my new commercial real estate business. The first one was dated June 29, 2004, followed by June 30th, then July 9th with the last one dated July 20th.