Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Hunter and Prey

Finding the correct match for Michael is much easier for me than a mortal. I can simply put my nose to work, walking down the streets of Indianapolis at night, smelling passersby… whether they be on foot, bike, car or bus. It is an art form, which I have spent many years developing. Kristin was with me, sniffing, searching.

But my cell phone rang. I glanced at it, saw the caller id. It was Dawn. She was still in Chicago. I answered the phone.

“Dawn, kinda busy,” I said.

“I have your friend,” said a man’s voice.

It was John Maguire.

“IF YOU HURT HER—” I began… but then he hung up. “SHIT!”

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