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Robert
has worked in network design, administration and security. He
recently transitioned from a job managing a digital forensics team
(supporting investigations) to Enterprise Architecture. That’s his
day job. At night, he writes.

This
author writes thrillers (psychological, suspense, crime and horror).
Pick one up if you like that sort of thing.

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With a hard tug, my blade sank deep into his neck, easily through the jugular and carotid, then
through the gristle of his trachea. There would be no call for help as life pulsed from him. The
remaining vessels cut like butter. I lowered his emptying form to the ground. Adrenaline kicked
his heart into high gear and the oozing current of blood became a flowing torrent.
A flash of panic lit his eyes and he mouthed something. It was inaudible beneath the weak
gurgles and clucks. Then the light in his eyes went dim.
That was our plan, it was going to happen, nothing could stop it. I had no control over it, him, or
myself.
I opened my eyes as a figure emerged from the side of the building. The darkness shrouding
the alleyway veiled him. He cursed a fixture above the door, the fixture from which I had earlier
smashed the bulb.
On that night, black clouds had refused to allow the moon to glow. A solitary street light, from
the far end of the passage, cast light which danced on his jingling keys as he fumbled for the
lock.
As I looked on, Devil hissed into my ear, “Let’s do this already!” His hot, wet breath was like that
of a dog—a hungry dog. I wiped the spit from my cheek and glanced over at him. I had seen
that look before.
“Shhhh,” I urged.
That expression, the look in his eyes brought me back.
The dark figure finished with the lock, then turned to walk down the backstreet. He had parked
his car behind the building, as he did every night. That ensured he would walk by the dumpster
which served as our blind. Pungent odors of rotting food wafted from the big metal box we hid
beside. The stench stung my nose and watered my eyes—doubt clouded my mind.
“He’s coming, get ready.”“Yeah… I’m not sure about this one,” I answered, remembering how I was rushed—pressured—
into setting it up so fast. I never liked to pull same-day jobs. It didn’t leave time for planning. And
the wild look in his eyes, was it excitement, anticipation, desperation? I couldn’t tell, even
though I had seen
it so many times before. He looked right at me, but through me, with panic, yet focus—such
focus.
“Screw that,” he jeered. “You did the damn research. What’s not to be sure of ?”
“Some research, yeah. The police didn’t have enough to charge this guy.”
“Damn it Tyler, you read what he did to that kid—you know he did it. And you know we don’t
have a choice!” he hissed while giving me a little shove.
“Ease up, man,” I barked back, returning the shove.
“Hello?” The man in the alley probed. “Who’s back there?”
Devil and I leaned back, deeper into the shadow of the dumpster.
“Hey… are you okay? Who’s back there?”
As the footsteps approached, my instincts kicked in. I reached back, felt the cold metal of my
knife, slid it from my belt and got ready. The echoing footfalls stopped, inches from where we
were crouched.
My heart pounded so hard I was sure the man just around the corner heard it aloud. Adrenaline
coursed through me. I focused on controlling my breathing. The images—evidence—we had
gathered flashed through my head like a sequential montage, each one delivering a stabbing
pain to my temples.
I saw red, nothing but red. In a pain-driven blood lust, I sprang from the shadows and struck.
Devil laughed as he fought to pull me off the decimated corpse.
“Tyler, let’s go. It’s done. We gotta get outta here.”
I wiped sweat and blood from my face and tried to compose myself. I stood on shaky wickets,
looking down, and thought, Oh my god, did I do that?
I had the same disbelief every time.

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