He had it all mapped out in his mind, if she followed the same pattern today as she usually did he would make his move. He patted his overcoat pockets... just to reassure himself that he had everything; his gloves and his knife.It had been a good game, Sue thought, shame her son's side lost 2-1, but he had played well, helping in the scoring of his side's only goal. She always looked forward to Sundays, mornings she watched her son's football team and then after she dropped him off at his. I had no idea who she was, but I knew she hadn’t lived here last summer, there was no way I could miss her. Her partly Asian heritage clearly showed in her attractive face and skin tone.As the gathering went on, I tried to keep tabs on her, someone always seemed to have her engaged in conversation. She was very sociable and obviously very popular. I’m not that surprised I hadn’t met her before simply because I don’t get out much. I work from home and tend to keep odd hours and lots of time on. The room was very modern, chrome and glass tables, aluminum dresser and chest. The carpet was light eggshell, almost white. One wall had an outdoor window and the two adjoining walls were mirrored closets from end to end. The bed had a simple metal frame all the way around and no headboard. There were pictures on the walls, large black and white lithographs of torsos. They were cropped such that you couldn't tell which were male and which were female. On the bed, I saw a classic French Maid. ‘Heh. Heh heh. Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. You’re in my world now, Jonny.’ ‘Is this the place, sir?’ Private Hunter looked up into Lieutenant Andrews’ face. The older man nodded sagely. ‘Yes, this is the place. We need to hit him hard, and we need to hit him fast. If we move fast, we can get that sick bastard before he has a chance to react, or to take hostages. According to intelligence, he just got home about one half hour ago, so he should be in the middle of relaxing, if we are lucky.’.