Peter withdrew his hand gingerly. Okay, so more than slightly paranoid.
Down to business. He joined John on the couch, sat back and listened to him go on (grinning briefly at the mention of the traffic ticket -- fun day, that was), noting several things as he talked: a) John had done his own detailed investigative research and turned up nothing, which would have meant nothing if not for the roses and letters, b) therefore the stalker was real, c) the stalker knew one or more of his addresses -- work and/or home, c) the stalker's intentions were likely amorous and didn't seem to be violent in nature (yet), and d) the stalker was smart.
He raised a finger to his lips and squinted. "All right. First of all, I need to know where you work, what your job is, what kind of people you encounter in day-to-day situations. I need to know if you're well-known outside the realm of friends and family. Were the unmarked letters and roses sent to your place of residence or your place of business?"
Peter stopped abruptly, realizing he'd demanded a lot in a short period of time, but continued with, "And I'll need copies of the recordings. All of them, if that's possible. If you're not comfortable with that, we can review them together -- but I need to see them."