Murphy's Law
Chapter One
Trailing close behind in the rusted, rattling junk
heap of a car, he watched her, plotting,
planning ... growing tense and hard and excited.
Between two jobs and school she scattered her routine,
but he'd figure it out. Everyone fit a pattern
eventually. People were sheep. Predictable. Easily
overcome. Especially with his unique brand of tools.
She was the one to blame, the one who'd fucked up all
his plans. She was the one directly responsible for
ruining his life.
Before she caught on to him, before anyone could stop
him, he'd have her. Then he'd have his much-deserved
retribution.
She turned into the parking garage at the building
where she worked the night shift. Slow and watchful,
he drove on past the entrance. And he saw things he
hadn't expected. He smiled with the discovery. Another
way to twist the knife, to get his revenge.
The little bitch deserved no less for putting her nose
where it didn't belong.
With building impatience and anticipation, Quinton
Murphy leaned against the cinderblock wall and checked
his watch for the tenth time. How pathetic for a grown
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