On Halloween night, a woman waiting at a bus stop is about to be caught in a personal vendetta between the hunter and the hunted. Which side is stronger? She’s about to find out . . .
In the shadows of the night, Frank stood near a bush and was very attentive to his surroundings. Halloween witches and ghosts decorated the trees and houses of the neighborhood, while fake cemetery tombs erected on people’s yards. The full moon hung in the cloudless sky. All appeared to be quiet.
With a trembling hand, Frank pulled out a handkerchief from his rain jacket and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He stared at his map where a huge red circle marked the area he was in. There were seven X’s to mark cities. As he folded the map back, he glanced at his gold watch.
“Eleven-thirty,” he said. His finger caressed the glass frame with affection. “Oh, Sylvia. I miss you so much. I promise I’ll avenge you and our grandson.” He’d been waiting all night for a sign of his prey, and just as he was about to return home, he spotted movement from the corner of his left eye. Across the street, a middle aged woman dressed in a business suit waited at a bus stop.