beginning to a story

It started the same way that it always did, mystery, thrill, excitement.  Who would it be this month? Who would be his next prey.  As with all those before this one, would they know they were next, or would they spend the next three weeks living in the ignorant bliss that is more commonly known as American life?  He was in Portland, Oregon this week and had already made his decision.  He had seen her walk out of old town music on the corner of W Burnside and W 3rd just this morning.  With a little help, he found out that her name is Susan Delco, a 33 year old single mother of two, working 2 jobs full time just to make ends meet.  Poor Susan, even with all of her efforts, her house was just weeks from foreclosure.  He would help her though.  If Susan is dead, her little cherubs can go back to their abusive father, who gets the proceeds from her life insurance.  Due to the nature of his work, he could be anywhere in the U.S. he wanted whenever he wanted.  He made his own Schedule, he dictated where he went and when and answered to no one.  Little Susan Delco would have to wait though, he never made the mistake of going too far on a first date.  He had spent far too much of his free time watching those stupid fucking t.v. shows about cops and forensic pricks to know that he must not leave a pattern or trail.  No, he has to go back home to his wife and children, but time won't be lost.  The next three weeks will be devoted to researching his new girl and ensuring the timing of the lunar cycle will match up with his plan, because after all, even the best have to have a little pattern.  After securing a small magnetic device to the underside of her car as well as taking impressions of her keys which she unwittingly left in her car in front of the now packed parking lot of the nearby whole foods.  Bye bye for now susan.  He jumped on the red line at MAX station and headed over to Portland international.  wouldn't want to miss his flight now would he?

more to come...