Do you hear what I hear?

I'm a little freaked out right now.

While it's great to have a husband who's in-the-know in city matters and loves to make sure I'm safe, but sometimes it backfires. Example from today:

(Phone rings)

Me: Hey.
Ray: Hey, ummm... is the door locked?
Me: Did you lock it when you left? And why does it matter?
Ray: There's a fugitive loose in Ellijay. They locked the schools down because he's near downtown somewhere. And he's armed.
(Silence)
Ray: But I don't want to freak you out or anything, I just thought you'd want to know.
Me: Are all the windows locked? Are you going to be okay? What'd he do? Should--
Ray: (Chuckling a little) Anna, it's fine, it's no big deal, I just wanted to make sure the door was locked.
Me: Yes, I re-locked it.
Ray: Good, just don't be worried, I'll be home later.
Me: Yeah. Thanks.

(About thirty minutes later the phone rings again)
Ray: Hey, whatcha doing... you're not huddled up on the couch, are you?
Me: you know me so well... what did you think I was going to do?
Ray: well, [co-worker] said that if you were freaking out you could come up here and help us decorate.
Me: So you want me to leave and drive through downtown where the fugitive could carjack me and kidnap me?
Ray: Anna, it's no big deal. Really.
(silence)
Ray: I shouldn't tell you these things, should I?

So I'm currently curled up on the couch peeking out the windows every few minutes at every car that drives by wondering if I should hop in my car far away until Ray comes home. Good times.