And she felt that Frank Parker, with his kind of personality, probably wouldn't stoop to lying like this.
Cold sweat broke out on her back again.
"You saw someone stalking me? Who was it?"
"A man, about forty years old, not very tall, and with an average-looking face, the kind you'd forget at first glance. When you crossed to the other side of the street, he seemed to realize that you'd discovered him and left."
Joanna's face changed slightly.
"It might be a local resident," Frank Parker analyzed. "Seeing a pretty young girl like you walking alone on the streets, he might have had some malicious thoughts. What were you doing out here alone at this time of night?"
Frank Parker frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with her behavior: "Didn't you know that this is very dangerous?"
Didn't she have any idea about her own appearance?
So eye-catching, and yet she wandered alone on the streets at night.
And in a small town like this.