I'm closer now.
I can smell the salt and sweat on my lips.
Pretty city. Leiden is it…
What a shame that you would hide in it…
I stalk the streets, their empty, save for those that have no business whoring and searching in the dark.
I mark my way.
Two lefts, right, left, straight dead center.
I know my target.
I know where you rest your head at night.
I look up at the CH Postal Company.
There is a candle lit in a window.
The attic's window.
I grin.
"Found you."