CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Byron Decker watched the couple from behind the wheel of his small-bodied pickup truck. He’d been watching them for a while, really. Three months, in fact.
Damn, he thought. Has it really been three months?
This couple was the last. This would be the end of his work. Finally, he would be able to live his life free of the ridicule and pain that had shadowed him for the past two years.
While he had indeed been watching them for three months, Decker still wasn’t exactly sure what they did for work. Whenever the man left the house, he was dressed in either a nice suit, complete with a tie, or mesh shorts and a tank top for his morning and afternoon runs (depending on the day of the week). And when the woman left the house, she was normally dressed in casual attire. Neith
