life. death. vengeance. baby.

thirty-five. choices.

Yesterday, before Andrea came over, I read everything I wrote down over the last couple of days. And when Andrea fell asleep last night, I stood up and walked over to the window and looked down to the river. I couldn't sleep. Because as I was lying in bed, I remembered something. A thought popped into my head:

I remembered that Stephanie Williams told me, Vincent Moore is now living in their old house.

And I also remembered what Andrea once told me: the only thing I really hated was the damn security system.

She told me she hated it, because her father always changed the four-digit code to unlock it.

And she told me about the security override.

She told me that the four-digit code could be changed, but that there was a fixed 12-digit code, which was set up once, when they bought the house and the security system, that couldn't be changed.

So... if that was true...

I looked down at the river and then I looked back over to Andrea. She was lying in bed, naked and asleep. She looked stunning.

I looked back out of my window.

I saw my reflection in the window. I saw myself sitting in my parked car. I was looking to the other side of the street. There it was: the house Andrea used to live in. Vincent Moore's house.

Next to me, on the passenger seat, there was a notebook.

It's been nearly 6 weeks now since I started to stake out his house.

And then he came out. His car pulled out of the driveway. But that day I didn't follow his car. I already knew where he was going. I basically knew exactly what he did every day of the week. Every little detail was spelled out to the letter in the notebook.

I knew I had basically all day to break into Vincent Moore's house. So, I watched his car drive down the road. When it was gone, I took one last deep breath and got out of the car.

While I was crossing the street I looked from side to side. It was 7a.m., so nobody was around.

I slowly walked up his driveway. When I got to his front door, it was pretty easy to get in. Once inside, I had a few seconds to punch in the 12-digit code that Andrea's father had chosen when he bought the security system.

My plastic-glove-covered index finger wasn't shaking at all, as I punched in the three birth dates. After a green "secure" appeared on the screen, I knew the hard part was over.

I had a few hours to completely search this guy's house.

As I was walking through the entry hall, I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked at the baseball cap on my head. The gray plastic silicone swim cap was barely visible underneath my baseball cap.

Of course, I tried not leave any of my hair, or my fingerprints or anything like that behind. I had a plan, and if everything worked out like I planned it, it had to look like I was never there.

In the evening, it was already getting dark out, I took my place. I was sitting in Vincent Moore's bedroom. I was sitting on a stool next to the bathroom door. His huge bed was on the opposite side of the room.

From where I was sitting, I had the perfect view over the hallway and the door.

The week before, I had bought an unregistered handgun. I placed it on a small round table next to the bed. Of course, I had removed the box magazine, so there was only one bullet inside the barrel.