Chapter 11

His wait was rewarded ten minutes later when the man left the house, accompanied by a woman Lloyd presumed was his wife, who was holding onto Waters’ arm. They went into the garage and moments later a car pulled out, with the woman driving.

So I was right. She gets the car, while he busses it to work. Schmuck. Grow a pair.

Lloyd followed them at a discreet distance—first to the grocery store, then to a liquor shop. After that, they returned home. From the amount of groceries they’d bought, he figured it was only the two ofthem. So I won’t be depriving any kids of their loving father. Not that he gave a damn one way or the other. His only objective was to kill the man who in many ways resembled his father.

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Lloyd did two more surveillances of the man, to learn his habits. Then, he was ready to proceed with his plan; and none too soon. His need to kill again had become almost unbearable.