She slowly walked up the front path of her prey’s
house, unsuspecting to him. While she was a big girl, she’d discovered the art
of moving slowly, using the night as a cover. She had become a pro at stalking;
it was, after all, her third time doing it.
She moved to the window and crouched below it. She
could just see him inside, watching some show on television; it sounded like
boxing or something like that. Trust him to be into violence, she thought.
A momentary panic washed over her – what if he knew
how to box? That would make her job so much harder, and she wasn’t entirely
sure if she’d be able to take him. Then she shook her head. She was bigger than
him, and probably stronger, too. She’d trained a lot for what she had to do,
and getting worried or nervous wouldn’t help.
I can take him down, she thought
confidently. I have to take him down.
He was completely unaware of the fact someone was
outside his window, watching him, but that really didn’t surprise her – after
all, he’d been oblivious all those years ago about the fact that his actions
would one day come back to haunt him.
And they would haunt him, in a very big way. That’s
why she was there.
She looked down. In her hand was a long object that
ended in a point. It was the instrument that she intended to use on him. She
gently slipped it into her pocket, making sure not to scratch herself with the
tip, because it was poison.
She crawled out from underneath the window and went
back to the front door. She knocked on it once, and then waited for him to
answer it. She almost smiled in anticipation of what she had to do.
It was time for him to pay...
Oh hello, what was that above? Was it...was it the start of
a story? Yes. Yes, it was. But what could it possibly be part of? Well, ladies
and gentlemen and anything in between, I’m pleased to announce that I, Scoop
(Or S. Cooper, however you want to see me) has published a book!
I did it through CreateSpace and Kindle. If anyone out there
wants to self publish, go through them. CreateSpace made the process easy and
it was actually really rather fun to do. Now you don’t have to check my book
out. You don’t have to read it, you don’t have to buy it.
But if you want to support this poor (I am unemployed, after
all) self-published author, check it out. If you liked what is above in
italics, click the link below. I dare you.
No blood. No
fingerprints. No murder weapon. Hardly any trace evidence. It’s a nightmare for
Detective Sara Cambull and her team…but they need to find this killer before
another gets murdered.
Before one of their
own gets killed…
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