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Went to my car after working late (a little past 10pm) and when I got in my car and started it up, a black extended cab pick up zoomed past me with its lights off. I just thought it was one of the drunks from the bar not far away, so I pull out of the lot and I see the truck has pulled into the lot next door and stopped, lights on finally. So I drive past on the street and it zooms out of the other exit of that lot onto the street behind me. At that point it seemed like he was following me, but I thought I was just being paranoid. Still, to be safe, at the next light, I turn right instead of left and it follows me. I fake turning into Taco Bell, and he pulls into the KFC just past it and does a quick turnaround in the lot ready to get back on the road. So, I pull into the Taco Bell lot and it tries to pull in, but I pull out quickly forcing him to turn around, driving right past me. I wasn't able to see the driver in the dark with the glare and possibly tinted windows. So I pull back onto the main drag and he follows me, a few car lengths back. I try these maneuvers again, and he keeps up with me, so I decide to drive towards the police station. It's not until I pull into the lot of the station that he goes on past. Rather than go in though, I decide to try to make it home, but as soon as I pull onto the street, there he is, so I drive down to the gas station and pull in there and he drives past again... I wait a few minutes and pull back out onto the street to see if he's laying in wait somewhere. He doesn't seem to be around, so I pull back into the gas station to fuel up, since I'd been on E all day anyway, and sort of as bait to see if he showed himself again. I gassed up and he didn't seem to appear, so I drove a roundabout way home without any sign of him.
I'm still shook up about it and wondering if I should call the police, tell my co-workers, or what. Any quasi-legal suggestions would be welcome.
For those who don't know, I'm a photographer and do a lot of art nude work, including some mild erotic work from time to time. I'm guessing this is some sort of angry boyfriend or some such stupidity playing out. The name of my company would be on the model release form, so it's possible that's how they found the office but didn't know where I lived.
SO, what the fuck do I do?
Call the police and say someone tried to follow me home and failed? Doesn't it become one of those situations where since there was no real crime, they don't even file a report until they actually boil my rabbit or something?
The other complication is that rest of the office isn't really aware of the type of photography I do. Even though I'm the boss, I've felt it best to keep it separate as much as possible. But evidently this creep knows the building and presumably the name of the company, and I don't want them showing up and raising hell there.
This sucks so bad... any suggestions?
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