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This story is rated M for future mature content. Please refrain from reading if you find violence or sexual themes objectionable or if you are underage.

Prologue

Prologue:
1. An introductory section or scene in a literary, dramatic, or musical work.
2. An event or action leading to another.

He sits motionless and silent in the velvety near-black, his car hidden in the cul-de-sac's deepest shade. The street stretches away from him, extending out beneath a streetlamp's pale haze. He waits patiently. These dark nights alone are something he has grown accustomed to.

Reaching across to the passenger seat, he retrieves a thermos and decants some of its contents into his cup, savouring the coffee's distinct aroma. He brings the liquid to his lips, closing his eyes briefly as the first sip of the strong brew slips into his mouth, bathing his tongue in its intense, earthy flavour. This fading summer's night is much cooler than usual and he is grateful for the warmth as well as the taste.

He settles back into his seat, ready to continue his watch, his gaze focused on a large house cloaked by silhouetted trees a short way along the street. Only one of the lights remains on at this late hour, its glow spilling faintly onto the lawn.

It has been turned on since before the girl went inside.

He glances at his wrist as he depresses a button on his watch, luminous blue backlighting the time. She has been inside the house for over an hour now and he doesn't expect she will be in there much longer.

When the front door of the house finally opens, he quickly readies his camera, steadying the long zoom lens upon the curve of the steering wheel. He takes several photographs in rapid succession as the girl emerges, capturing quick shots as she turns back towards the doorway and wraps her arms around a man who leans out to embrace her. The man twines his fingers into the girl's long brown hair and they kiss briefly before she turns and walks briskly out onto the street.

The man watches from the porch as the girl crosses the road and approaches a small gray car. She fumbles her keys as she takes them from her purse and bends to retrieve them. She waves her free hand towards the man on the porch as she unlocks and enters the car. Starting the engine immediately, she quickly pulls out onto the street.

Once the door to the house has been closed and the girl's car is a safe distance away, he turns his own key. He pulls away from the curb and makes his way up the road, following the girl out into the shadowy web of city streets.

Chapter 1 will be up ASAP!