Anatomy of a Killer by Rabe Peter

Author:Rabe, Peter [Rabe, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781440540059
Publisher: F+W Media, Inc.
Published: 2012-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

When he got out on the street he stood for a moment and took a deep breath. He thought that the air was just right. He himself felt right and he felt finished with the job he had come to do.

A young couple came down the dark street and Jordan turned his head away out of habit. He crossed the street to his car and noticed that the diner was dark. He got into his car, feeling right and finished. When he put the key into the ignition he noticed that his hand was shaking.

He did not know why it was shaking because everything felt right now and he was done. He took the gun out of his belt, wiped the end of the barrel across his pants because the metal was wet from the raw potato. He wiped and wiped and then he put the gun under the seat. He started the motor, got into gear almost immediately so that the car jumped and the motor died.

It was not his habit to drive this way. He had a routine with the car where he started the motor, nursed it in idle, then got into gear and took off, smooth and gentle-footed.

While he started over again he thought about everything, thinking too much. At first, way in the beginning, the work had been hard, with everything effort. When that became better, a job was achievement. After that, a job was smooth habit. That had been most of the time now and had felt like the final thing.

He took off the way he was used to it, except faster. There was a man by the letterboxes inside the vestibule. He had a lunch bucket under his arm and was getting his mail.

But this time, thought Jordan, there was this. He was done but his hand was shaking. He was done but he drove too fast. If more of me were shaking, he thought, I would know why I’m feeling this way. Just my hands are shaking, so it’s nothing. A fine job up in that room.

What upset him now was that he was thinking about it at all.

He drove through the square and took the street at the other end which went out of town.

Maybe eight minutes since, he thought. That’s three more than planned.

What upset him again was not the loss of three minutes but the thoughts he had about a job which was really well done. This felt indecent.

On the other side of the street someone was walking and then turned up to a house with no lights in the windows. The porch light went on and Jordan saw the girl from the diner. She still had her uniform on and was carrying, a purse over her arm. She went into the house while Jordan passed.

He kept driving because he was now nine minutes off. Yes, yes, yes, and such a fine finish after that godawful thing on the bridge and then under the bridge. I would hate, he suddenly said aloud, to leave here without such a neat thing done like the Kemp job.

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