It was a chilly evening, and the Killer was having a conflict of interest. He knew that his enemy; the man who stood between him and his dream of freedom, James Locker was sleeping very deep in his bedroom. He could see him from his position outside the bedroom window. But what would he do? The Killer knew he could break in and put some bullets in the head of his sleeping enemy, and it would be over. But did he want it to end that way? Did he want to kill a man who was oblivious of what he had done? It hardly seemed ideal.
The Killer thought about Rebecca. She was the most beautiful human he had ever met. The light in her eyes when their gaze met. Her sparkling teeth when she smiled at him. How their hearts were beating at the same pace when they made love. She was the definition of he
