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By Christopher Lee Cousino
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Chapter 1
Andrew peeked through the slit in the blinds he gingerly held open with two fingers on his right hand. Watching in the dark, silent and still, he studied the movements of the man across the street. He looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, a bit older than Andrew. His sandy blonde hair glistened in the summer sunlight, and his tan, clean-shaven face grimaced and beaded with sweat. The man’s snug t-shirt did little to hide the flexing muscles underneath as he worked tirelessly, struggling to carry out his agenda. Andrew wasn’t sure what to do. Should he make a move or wait for a better opportunity?
Unsure what to do, Andrew reached to his left, not taking his eyes off his target. His left hand pawed around in the dark, finding nothing but empty air until the skin on his palm grazed the object of his desire. He felt himself relax as his hand wrapped around cold metal. Slowly raising the object, he prepared himself…this was going to be sweet.
Suddenly the lights flicked on and a voice startled Andrew as he quickly let the blinds shut and fell backwards from his crouching position and onto his butt. He glared at the woman the voice belonged to.