"How many complaints, Ortiz?"

He answered three. Three times in three years men had filed complaints against Mark Fitzgerald in Atlanta. None had ever gone to trial-- all settled out of court.

It shook me up. I knew Mark was a mess but this was bizarre. I wondered if Mark had destroyed all those other relationships as well, just like he'd done to Drew and I.

While this news from Detective Ortiz substantiated my suspicions, it still wasn't proof or evidence that Mark had been stalking Drew-- or me. "Give me another week, I'll nail this slimy son-of-a-bitch," Ortiz said. How ironic this sleazy detective was promising to catch our sleazy stalker.

Ortiz then asked for the money to fly to Atlanta to track down these men who'd filed the complaints. I knew all he wanted was a free vacation to Georgia so I turned him down-- mostly because I wouldn't wish anyone to be questioned by Ortiz and clearly, these men had gone through enough with Mark Fitzgerald.

So instead I told him to start following Mark and nail him leaving a package or a note for Drew-- to catch Mark in the act.

And I had another plan. One I didn't share with Ortiz.

I was going to confront Mark with this information in a couple of days and see what his reaction would be.

I called home to see if Drew was back yet from work. He picked up the phone and I could barely hear him.

He whispered, "Eric... come home... quick."