Indifferent Revenge

London. Street lamps are few here - deep shadows.

The sound of clicking heels. Quick short steps. A woman. My heart quickens less each time – the third tonight.

Stay in the shadows, don't go too soon.

Perfume. She's here, passing the alley. My trainers are silent, my clothing soft, without rustle.

A quick jab, middle back. She makes a whimper before crumpling to the ground. Not dead, but soon.

I thank the news for the idea. Knifing is wonderful. Tomorrow I'll read all about it.

My perfect brother gets all the attention. This'll show them.

Now to find number four.