Mystery Man

"As I was waiting for the bus I looked up and saw him once again from the window of the third floor of the building across the street, staring at me with a gun pointed in my direction and a strange look in his normally dark and cold eyes. I felt nothing. I stared up at him from the bench with blank eyes. I am tired of feeling constant fear. He can kill me, I no longer care. But I worry for those who will cry for my death. I don’t want to leave them in misery, always wondering what happened. Maybe I should have written a letter to later be found. I wanted to live, to take care of my aging parents and younger twin brothers. Who would take care of them?
Even with all these thoughts buzzing in my head, I still felt nothing. Empty. I did not care anymore. I grew tired of this chase that this man has put me through for 11 months. I’m done. I’m going to sit here, look that bastard in the eyes and let him shoot me dead.
He took aim and fired. I felt the bullet whiz by but then I heard glass shattering behind me. He missed? No, he never misses, does he? He was still looking at me and his hand is still steady."

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She's the only one who saw the shooter admist all the people. As a witness of a murder, she had to be terminated. So why couldn't he pull the trigger after following her around for weeks. It should have been as simple as all his other victims.