It had felt good, to kill again. It had been far to long, almost three years. The wait had been necasary though. The people had begun to get suspicous. I had to lie low for a while, but now my time has come again. To rise out of the shadows, and into the dark world of crime.

To make sure I was ready to get back into the evil business of murder, I had to do a warm up, a practice you could say. That was what the girl was for. Now I had to admit that I was a little nervous at first. I thought well what if the girl were to get away, then what would happen? But the nervousness passed quickly. As soon as I started to chase her, I knew I was ready. The chase. It had made the killing that much more of a rush, and gave me a challenge on my first night back.

So I got rid of the evidence, and went back through the woods to the motel at which I was staying. The motel definatley did not live up to its name, "Fit For a King". It was one of those old-rundown places, with the water not working, roaches in the tub and sink, the sheets and bedding still dirty from the people before, cobwebs in every corner, one lamp that barley lit up the room, and of course it was small. Until I could get some real money, it was the only thing I could afford. I took off my coat and hung it on the hook behind the door, and went over and flopped down on the bed. With a sigh I clicked on the TV, the only upside to this dump. Its not even that good though. The screen is fuzzy and theres only four channels, all of which are in spanish.

As I'm flipping through the channels, trying to figure out what some of the people are saying, the phone rings. I pick it up on the second ring, a little nervous because you know who'd be calling me? "Hello?" I ask. Silence, "Hello?" I say a little louder, thinking I wasn't heard the first time. As I'm about to hang up a muffled voice says, "Meet me at the Rockie Cafe' in ten minutes." The line goes dead. I put the line back on the receiver and pondered whether or not I should go. The rational part of my brain was telling me no. What if this were a trap? I don't plan on going to jail. Thats why I took that "vacation", as I like to call it, for almost three years. Curiosity got the better of me though. I clicked off the TV, got up and put on my coat. I locked the door on the way out,
but if I sensed even a hint of danger, I was out.