It was a Tuesday evening and Kent Ryland was waiting to pick up his sister, Kelly, from work. While he did, he watched a man across the street from where he’d parked. He’d seen him twice before during his waits and something about him intrigued Kent. The man always walked quickly; as if he had somewhere he had to be and was running late. He was tall, at least six-two, Kent estimated, with black hair and a five-o’clock-shadow which said he needed to shave at least twice a day. He looked…‘Dangerous’ was the word Kent used to describe him although to most people he undoubtedly came across as just another businessman going home after a hard day’s work. The dangerous feeling had to do with the remorseless expression on his handsome face, as if smiling was something he’d never allow to happen.
