The Lonely Mile
“He had positioned himself roughly half the distance between Carli Ferguson’s high school and her mother’s home on the route he knew she would take after school. He knew because he had been watching her for days.The first day of his surveillance, Martin had parked his little Nissan in the lot of a convenience store located not far from her neighborhood. He much preferred the comfort of his box truck with its specially fitted cargo hold when hunting, but he thought it might be expedient to stay away from the truck for a while, at least until the heat died down.He had always known there might come a day when the cargo truck, for whatever reason, became impractical, and had prepared for that eventuality, planning ahead, as he always did. For years, Martin had garaged his Nissan at his mother’s home three towns away. The inconvenience was a hassle, but now his foresight was paying off—he had a vehicle at his disposal known to virtually no one.After pulling into the convenience store lot, M...artin had ambled inside and bought a soda.MoreLess
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