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these people were. I could have started
the car and driven off. There was nothing remarkable about the vehicle that I’d
chosen and it didn’t stand out in this neighborhood. The windows were dark and
she wouldn’t be able to see me through them.
    It was on a whim
that I got out of the car. Something in me wanted to speak to her. I didn’t
know why.
    Sometimes it was
fun to play with victims, like when I’d spoken to Rachel in the diner that very
first time. I’d basically called her a whore while she looked puzzled. It was a
warning. She didn’t realize that. She could have gotten a friend to pick her up
instead of walking, but she’d chosen not to, and the consequence was that I
took her that night. I would have taken her eventually, but it would have
bought her a little more time.
    I removed my
sunglasses as I crossed the road to where the woman sat watching me. It was
better if people could see your eyes. It was the easiest way for them to trust
you. I flashed my teeth at her as I strolled in through her gate to stand in
front of where she sat.
    I got nothing.
No reaction but the staring eyes through the cigarette smoke that drifted
upwards between us.
    “Hi, you can’t
tell me how to get to Haymitch Street, could you?” I kept the smile, made my
voice bright and easy. I was all fucking charm.
    And this bitch
didn’t even crack a smile.
    “You don’t have
GPS?”
    “No.”
    “On your phone?”
    “Left it
behind.”
    Still no
reaction as I countered her. She took another deep drag of her cigarette before
saying, “Never heard of Haymitch.”
    I eyed the
cigarette packet beside her. “Well, say, do you mind if I…” I indicated toward
them. I didn’t smoke, not normally, it fucked with your body and I liked to
keep mine in perfect condition, but on occasion, it had its uses.
    “Help yourself.”
Her voice was cool and her face nothing like the relaxed version that I had
observed prior. Her guard was up, but not in a fearful way, more like a
resigned way.
    I took a
cigarette and borrowed her lighter. “Thanks.” I inhaled deeply. “Getting lost
in a strange town always stresses me out,” I lied lightly, my friendly persona
intact. I’d win her over sooner or later. I hated to lose.
    She tilted her
head as I passed her back the lighter. “Somehow I doubt that.”
    I raised an
eyebrow. “Really?”
    “I know what you
are,” she said calmly, and I nearly choked.
    “Sorry, I don’t
know what you mean.” I grinned down at her.
    “You think that
I haven’t noticed you driving past. I notice everything, and you don’t scare
me.” Her hand didn’t shake and her voice didn’t waver. She was calm. She was
ice.
    “I really don’t
know what‒”
    “I don’t run.
You tell him that. Which brother is it?”
    My smile
dropped. “I really don’t know what you mean,” I told her softly.
    “Oh, I think you
do.” She scooped up her cigarettes from the step and stood. “I know what kind
of man you are. I can tell from a mile away. Always could. You might think that
you’re big, bad and dangerous, but you’re still just a fucking minion doing the
dirty work. Have some self respect, and tell your boss…tell him that he’s a coward.”
    She turned and barged
into the house, the screen door banging behind her before she slammed the
wooden internal door closed.
    I stood staring
at it. What the fuck was that?
    My fingers
twitched. I could have kicked in the door and grabbed my weapon and emptied it
into her head, but I didn’t. I just stood there, unmoving as her words ran
through my head. The smart thing to do would have been to just take her out.
She knew what I was. She knew someone was coming for her. I should have just
killed her. It could be so simple.
    I took a step
backward, and then another, until I found myself back down on the pathway and
making for the car. I opened the door and then paused, looking up to the house.
Was she watching with her gun in hand? But I saw nothing. It was time