Prologue

Wednesday, March 9, 2016-Downtown Charleston, South Carolina

The man was walking down the street. There were people all around him, bustling, busy and so very alive. It was a wonderful change from where he'd been staying.

He took a deep breath, catching just a hint of the sea in the air. He'd missed that, fresh ocean air. Well, not completely fresh, it was still a city after all, but, again, it was a nice change from where he'd been staying.

A dark-haired woman who was rushing down the sidewalk bumped into him. She muttered a sorry before running off.

The man cracked his knuckles and looked back at the woman. She would have been perfect, almost absolutely perfect, but he had other business to attend to first.

And besides, she was almost perfect.

Checking the date on a newspaper as he passed the box, he smiled. It was almost three years since he had been imprisoned. The time was just right for a game.