Stacia Head walks slowly to her car. She is trying to balance her purse, her groceries and a cake for her grandmother's birthday. It would have been a lot easier if she hadn't had to park behind the small grocery store but there had been no parking spaces in the tiny lot out front. She has almost made it when her purse slips from her shoulder and slides down to ram the bags on her right wrist.

"Oh, shit," she blurts as the cake starts to unbalance. Just when she thinks it's a lost cause, two hands grab it and steady it. She looks into friendly brown eyes and smiles. "Thank you so much."

Edgar gives her a 1000-watt smile. "No problem. You have quite a load there."

She chuckles. "Yeah, it's my grandma's birthday. Had to pick up the cake and some of the food for the family dinner tonight." She looks the handsome man over. His light brown hair is neatly trimmed and casually feathered. He's pretty cute, she thinks to herself. "Well, my car is just over here. Thanks again."

She gets her purse and bags resettled and offers to take the cake back. He shakes his head.

"It's just a few feet. I don't mind helping." He gives her a flirty wink. "Don't want to disappoint Grandma, do we?"

She laughs. "No, I guess not."

As she walks towards the car, his smile fades. He glares at her back. "Stupid bitch," he thinks to himself.

She unlocks the doors and opens the back door. "We can just put everything back here. I guess put the cake on the floor otherwise with my luck I'll have to slam on the brakes and it will go flying."

He places the cake on the floor as she puts the groceries on the back seat. "You know, you really won't have to worry about slamming on the brakes, Jennifer," he tells her casually.

Confused, she turns to him. "What?"

The sharp jab of a needle shocks her. Immediately her eyes start to lose focus. She doesn't even have a chance to scream. He casually wraps an arm around her shoulders and leads her to a nearby car. As the narcotic takes full effect he slides her into the passenger seat and buckles her in. To a passerby it would look like someone resting in the car.

Edgar moves back to her car and digs through her purse. He finds her lipstick and writes the number 17 on her windshield. He tosses the tube back in the car and shuts her door. He walks across the parking lot calmly and climbs into his car. He strokes a hand down the unconscious woman's face.

"Do you believe in love at first sight, Jennifer?" He lifts her hand and gives it a kiss as he drives to his house.