It wasn’t all that early, but the house was silent. Even his mother must have gone out. She was always one for charity duties, and other volunteer work. She’d had a career as a teacher, but was retired now. The quiet bothered him, so he hurriedly drank some milk and gobbled some leftover birthday cake for breakfast. He quickly showered, dressed, left some tuna for the cat, and left.
It was going to be a hot one, he thought as he drove. He decided he’d go over to the old high school and see how it looked. It was a ten minute drive; you could pretty much cover the whole island in fifteen minutes since it was only eight miles long. He crossed the island and turned left, heading along the other side, that is, East River Road, to the school.