Alone

Sleep hasn’t been great.

I think I’m beginning to understand your despair. Your restlessness. Your stomach pains.

I tried to show your evidence to a few colleagues, they all said the same thing: “Let it go.”

Something doesn’t feel right. It’s like they knew before I even showed them anything. Their faces morphed by the sound of his name.

If I want to make this fucker pay, I will have to do it alone.

I have been watching wildlife documentaries, studying how they close up on their predators without getting mauled to death.

In order to get close, I have to look like its prey, use its costume, drench in its smell. Unassuming, harmless. Let him come to me. Closer. Closer enough for me to slaughter him.

But first I must find him.

I found an address in your things. An apartment in NASA, Houston.

Another sip of coffee…

Until next time.