So....it's come to this.
3 a.m.
Alone.
Staring out into the darkness.
Although it's not quite darkness. The light from the November moon dances across the waves as they approach the shore. It's a quiet night. As you would expect at 3 o clock on a Wednesday morning.
He'd chosen a quiet spot. Around 150 metres from the road, just as the cliffs curved slightly away from the road. He'd been here the last two weeks. Same night. Same time. Only then he'd simply stayed in the car, watching....waiting....to see if anyone passed. Both times there's been a few cars - taxis mainly... late night workers heading home. Maybe early birds making their way to a start a shift somewhere at this ungodly hour. It's a 24 hour society now. A lone car at 3 in the morning doesn't deserve a second glance.
Both times he'd been here he'd sat in the car for an hour. And both times not a single person had passed on foot.
This was to be the spot.
He was always meticulous. Every little detail was always planned in advance. This was no different. Other than that this was the last thing he'd ever have to plan again.
