Chapter Two.
Jill dropped her handbag on the small hall table and shut the front door behind her. She ran a manicured hand through her short, blonde hair as she walked into the kitchen, her heels clacking against the tiles. After inspecting the fridge and finding nothing of interest, she turned around and headed up the stairs. Thoughts of the upcoming trial, The People vs. Alfred Blake, filled her head. She entered her study, grabbed some files, and started sifting through them.
She was too immersed in her work to hear the door slowly open, then click shut.
Several hours later Jill rubbed her tired, red eyes and stretched. The rest of her work would have to wait until the next day, when she could keep her eyes open.
She walked slowly into her bedroom, anticipating a nice, hot shower. She undressed quickly and slipped into her bathrob. The blonde noticed that her closet door was opened slightly, and frowned as she shut it.
'The stress must be getting to me,' The attorney thought to herself as she walked into the bathroom.
The bathroom was neat and tidy, as was the rest of the young woman's house. Pink, fluffy towels were already set out on the cabinet as Jill turned the shower on. She pulled her bathrobe off then stepped under the hot spray. Closing her eyes, the ADA lett her mind go blank, just enjoying the water pounding pleasantly against her back.
Robert watched the thin blonde, enoying the sight of her as she undressed. It was over a bit too quick for him to enjoy it properly, but he knew he would be using that image later that night. His heart was beating fast at the thrill of being in her house unknown. She had come so close that he could smell her sweet perfume. He had thought that she would find him and he would have to kill her, but it seemed he was in luck tonight.
Hearing the shower turn on, the stocky man opened the closet door slowly and pushed it outward, cringing at the creaking sound it made. His boots and plaid shirt looked awkward in the delicately feminine room. He liked it. He liked the feeling it gave him, like he was somewhere he didn't belong.
It never occured to him that he didn't.
Smooth hands picked up the silver photoframe sitting on the blonde's bedside table. Robert could faintly see the outlines of four figures in the picture, illuminated softly by the glow from a streetlight outside the ADA's house. Nimble fingers opened the back and removed the photo. He glanced around before taking a chance and flicking on the bedside lamp. He could see the people in the photo properly now. Three woman he knew so well, their faces ingrained forever into his memory. And the red-head again.
A wide grin spread across his unshaven face. He had a plan.
