They had talked to him about what it would feel like, what could possibly

happen. But more had happened to him than they could ever have foreseen. As they

had explained to him, this was virgin territory. It was risky. It was perilous.

Some of it, perhaps most of it, could not be predicted.

 

As it turned out, there were very good reasons for this.

 

As it turned out, they had no idea what the hell they were doing.

 

His gaze floated up to a window in the stucco house. He had seen a flash of

something. Perhaps it was the woman’s dress being flung away.

 

He thought back to the slaughter in the alley after his bus ride from prison.

The two young lovers, now both dead.

 

He didn’t much care for young lovers.

 

Mostly because he’d never had the chance to be one.

 

He felt a searing impulse to break into the house and kill them both.

 

He rubbed his head vigorously, trying to force this thought away.

 

He still needed information and he had yet to get any.