The Sniper watched as the old man came out of the house. The snow was quickly gathering on his rifle as he waited for the perfect time. He had waited a very long time for this precise moment.
The man started walking down the narrow path he took each day to go to the old barn not too far off. The Sniper lay in the white, damp snow. Watching. Waiting. The man was now only a few feet away. Just a few more seconds he thought to himself. He was used to waiting and he was good at it.
The man was now in front of him. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger of his trusting rifle. The man dropped to the ground with a soft thump. The Sniper took a quick look at his work and left. As usual, his aim had been perfect. It never failed him.
His plan was perfect. The body of the old man wouldn't be found for at least a week. Only his daughter visited him and she only came once a week. She had come the day before. By the time the daughter would come back and found the body, the man will have been dead for a long time. The police would never find The Sniper, he'd made sure of that. He had made no mistakes.
Or so he thought.
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Shadows from the Past
Mistero / ThrillerMelanie Wolfe is a cold case detective who can't seem to get over her father's death ten years ago. While she tries to solve the case, her father's killer plans to kill her as well. Westley O'Malley is a crime scene investigator who would do anythi...
