The note said "I hope you die like that fat pig Ebert." The detective handed it back to me. We were sitting in my office at the University of Louisville. Someone, most likely a student in my Introduction to Humanities class, had left it for me to find.
The detective said, "It's not really a threat."
"No," I conceded, "it's not a straight out threat."
"Right," he said, "It's not, 'I am going to kill you.' It is just like, 'I hope you die.'"
"I understand," I said and shrugged, knowing now that the police would likely do nothing.
"Still," the detective added, "let's go ahead and do some paperwork and start a file."
"OK," I said, feeling better. "Just in case it gets worse." And it would.
By the time the meeting was over, we had selected a spot to hide a surveillance camera and discussed what I needed to do should I suddenly feel the need for protection.
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