74Stucky was anxious and excited. It felt like he was finally back on track. Like he had shaken off that last failure and was ready to hunt.
He filled bags with the basics—more staples that didn’t spoil quickly and a few apples and oranges. This time instead of small water bottles he bought jugs of drinking water, pleased with his brilliance. Jugs were less portable. Agent Maggie would have to return to the shed if she got thirsty.
The weather was promising more storms in the next day or two. He hated hunting in the rain, but he realized the thunder and lightning provided a psychological fear that even he couldn’t compete with. He’d bring her here just in time and let the storm soften her up.
Last week he had discovered where Maggie lived with her husband, Greg Stewart. A corporate lawy
