She was glad to hear that he was in jail – relieved. Perhaps now she could relax a bit. Open the blinds, go out a bit more. She knew he was out there looking for her, waiting for her. She'd given up on her old haunts, changed her pattern.
The only thing she'd continued was work. Naturally she always had an escort but that was running thin. She was running out of male friends and relatives to prevail upon.
She didn't believe it was him that did the rape though. He's no rapist. She'd call her sister and get the 411.