Barry stood in a shadow, watching the building across the street. Taking out a cigarette, he turned his back on the wind to light up. After touching the tip of his cigarette to the flame, he took a deep draw, snapped the lighter closed, and pushed it back into the pocket of his jeans. He happened to look up at the sign in the window, and through a cloud of smoke, he noticed that he was standing in the doorway of a liquor store. He decided to go in and get a bottle to keep him company while he made plans for a murder. A murder he’d been putting off. A murder he was going to enjoy. A murder that was long overdue.
When he pushed the door open, a bell jingled softly overhead. He began walking slowly down the aisles, looking for a good brand of scotch when suddenly he heard a soft, husky voice
