Bulletproof Monk
Chapter 1
Waiting on the platform, Kar was already whistling a brisk, tone-deaf little melody by the time the subway car came screaming into the station. Bishop Square was his favorite station, and he watched as the doors of the train opened, and his plump and juicy prey came spilling out: Wall Street types, most of them, with thousand-dollar briefcases and glistening gold Rolexes on their wrists.
He hoisted his well-worn duffel bag over his shoulder and jostled his way into the crowd. He liked his work, he told himself; he was cheerful, he told himself. Today was just like any other day.
Truth was, for the past several weeks, a restlessness had come over him: he had begun to question himself, his life, why he lived as he did. This morning, he had crawled from his bed with an uncharacteristic tightness in his gut, a sense -- was it foreboding, or anticipation? -- that today everything was about to change.
He had scolded himself then: Quit with the sensitive jerk stuff -- so you feel your life is empty, blah, blah, blah. Quit letting your nerves get to you. You're just worried about getting caught, that's all. And i ... read full excerpt from Bulletproof Monk ebook
