After Bethesda Maryland where I had encountered Hadden Clark, I moved to San Francisco. My first job was downtown, the kind of corporate job I dreaded and loathed, and while I was there, wishing that the staff would drop dead, the mass 101 California shooting occurred at the Transamerica Pyramid building.
At the time I was disappointed that the postal employee hadn’t chosen our office building. Somehow I figured I would survive by hiding under the reception desk while the killer would go to work on the people who really should be gunned down. Following this job, I worked in a bookstore where I met another stalking boyfriend. He bought and sold estates from lawyers and at one point took me to visit an apartment where he was appraising the possessions. The police had just processed this place as a crime scene. The owner had been brutally slain in his apartment during a planned robbery. There was blood on the carpeting up the stairs and a broken safe. You had a very eerie feeling in this place, as though the broken Buddha statue in the hall was watching you.
This was also unfortunately the time when co-ed Kristen Modafferi disappeared from San Francisco, a presumed victim of Robert Durst.