Prologue
Out there on the street You can hear them mumble Stumble on their feet They are all the desperate men Out there on the road You see them on the highway Everywhere you go They are all the desperate men* |
Grissom glanced at his watch and sighed. It was eight o’clock. She was not going to show up. He slowly covered the remains of a celebratory feast that would never be eaten and slid the dishes into the refrigerator. He snuffed out the candles, and sniffled once, allowing himself a brief moment of pity, a minute condolence for a silly wish never meant to be. He considered returning the china and crystal to the hutch but decided to leave them on the table. They were beautiful and quietly elegant, just like her, silent reminders of what might have been once upon a time. He stared wistfully at the small black box on her plate before slipping it into his pocket. He caressed the crushed velvet longingly before removing his hand to swipe at a single tear sliding down his cheek. He grabbed his jacket and pulled out his phone as he headed for the door. He would be available to work this evening after all. |
Right there in your bed Tossing and turning On the pillow by your head All the desperate men Right there in your arms You can hear him crying Sounding the alarm All the desperate men * |
The Sniper polished the stock with a soft, oiled cloth, carefully removing the smudged friction ridges. Granted, fingerprints could not be seen on the black matte finish of the military issue rifle, but he knew they were there and he detested all mess and chaos not caused by deadened spits launching from the barrel of his weapon. He raised the gun to his cheek, nestling it in the curve of his shoulder like an old lover. He looked through the scope and grinned with delight when the stocky figure wandered unknowingly into the crosshairs. Bullseye. His smile widened as his finger carefully exerted pressure, squeezing firmly, easing the bullet from the magazine. A brief expulsion of air puffed out; a soft kiss followed by a blissful sigh. |
All the desperate men Singing, "Will I ever Will I ever love again?" All the desperate men* |
* "All The Desperate Men" Words and Music by John Stewart Available on the Album Wires from the Bunker at iTunes |
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