I often watch people through the windows of their homes. I have a dog, not many people know that about me. Just a small one, a dog that people look at and think 'oh how cute' before walking on by. The dog is really the only companion I can trust. Dogs don't run to the cops when they get scared, dogs don't tell secrets. I take him out for walks every night, a different neighborhood each tome if I can manage, and look in living room windows. My dog likes to smell things, it's something I've encouraged in him. The longer it takes for him to do his business, the longer I get to look around.

I see families at dinner, mothers and fathers and children, all sitting down to eat. I see the bachelors watching TV and eating frozen food. And I see the women. Married, single, mothers, sisters. They are all there on display for me.

No, I'm not some sort of common Peeping Tom; anyone could peek in bedroom windows and catch someone undressing. It takes a skill to observe them in full view without their knowledge. This is my skill. This is what I am best at.

Today it's Sacramento, a middle of the road suburb, nothing fancy, nothing too over stated. But this is special. Here, in this mass of track houses and condos is a woman who thinks she can face off against me and win. And that will not do.