I’M CAREFUL TO KEEP a few cars back from them. Their truck is easy to track with its blacked-out windows and all-black exterior. My thumbs tap against the steering wheel as we both weave in and out of the heavy traffic lanes.
This is it, I can feel it.
I’ve been looking for a lead for a long time. Years. I’ve been watching, waiting, gathering information, stalking. I was so close, only a few months ago, but he was gone before I had the chance to pinpoint his location. He’s like a ghost, ever-present but always out of reach.
Always watching, always listening, always waiting.
The time has finally come.
He will be mine.