I'm sitting in Detective Kidwell's office, listening to a taped frantic 911 call from my sister. "Please, help me. He's here; I know that he's here. Oh my god! I can hear him coming up the steps. Please hurry!" Then nothing. Tears are streaming down my face. I can't believe that this is happening! If only I had seen the signs or Grace had taken the threats more seriously, I wouldn't be sitting here in the San Diego Police Department listening to what could be my sister's last words.