Cupid was at it again, but Angie wanted no part of him. In fact, she just wished he'd go away and forget all about her!  She was exhausted from avoiding him. The phone calls at all hours of the day and night. The deliveries, timed to trick her into answering the front door. The persistent pleas for her to come to him, dropped through the mail drop with alarming frequency. Would Angie never be free from his obsessive compulsion to possess her?

Had it really only been weeks since Cupid began to pursue Angie? Had it only been days since he first began to ask her family and neighbors about her? She quietly checked to make sure all the locks were in place. Her hand shook nervously on the handle of the small revolver she now kept with her at all times. She was just so tired...

John Cupid walked slowly from the front door to his car, glancing down at the picture that was never far from him these days. He knew he couldn't afford to leave. The bounty on the Angel-faced Arsonist was more than worth the two weeks of stakeout. He was just so tired...