Author's Note: This chapter is a bit different to the others, but it's necessary. Please please PLEASE read and review!
He crept through the shadows, almost a part of the night itself. The leaves rustled gently as he passed, the gravel crunching softly under his feet. He was a professional, a master at the game, and he was playing for the big ones. The house grew closer, and his footsteps quieter.
His victim stood, alone and oblivious, in front of the curtains, the soft light creating a silhouette for the entire world to see. The man crept closer to the window, still careful to stay blended into the shadows. The victim's shadow took a sip of a glass, muted music drifting through the house. The victim's shoulders shook. The man crept to the front of the house and picked the lock quietly. It clicked open, and the man opened it with one gloved hand. He shut it carefully behind him and walked softly into the room. The victim stood with his back to him, swaying softly to the music, his muffled sobs drowned out by the noise. The man lifted his gun; his aim true and cocked the trigger.
A shot rang out into the night.
Arvin Sloane fell, unseeing, to the floor, a photo of his wife held tightly in his hand.
The man walked slowly over to the body and placed the gun in the other hand. Then he placed a sealed envelope on the nearby table and walked out. Not a trace of his presence remained. Unseen and unidentifiable, the man disappeared into the night.
Author's Note: This chapter was a lot shorter than the others, I know. But don't worry, the next one promises to be longer to make up for it. Anyway, please read and review…oh, I want to know if everyone can tell who 'the man' is. Yeah, that's about it.
Thanks as always to the lovely people who go out of their way to write me a review- those few sentences really make my day J