My suicidal cure (part 10)

First meeting

It has been two hours since I got here,

Yet he is still in his office,

Most likely pouring over the evidence. 

I cannot help the smile as it spreads,

I know this is going to be fun.

The sun has already set

And the darkness plays with the shadows,

While I lurk and wait for him.

Tonight I will know where he lives!

*

Passively I wait, half asleep,

But alert enough, as he exits the building.

At first he walks quickly,

His anger melting off him into the darkness.

He startles me by walking past the bus stop,

I am not oft caught off guard,

But today seems to be the day.

First, he is now smoking, 

Secondly, he stared in my direction,

As if...as if he could feel me looking at him.

Thirdly, he did not argue that this morning was a murder.

Maybe I am paranoid,

But could he know I am following him?

I lessen my pace to match his,

Following discreetly, just in case,

Cannot afford to lose the plot now already,

My next murder is already on the cards...

*

An hour of walking goes by,

Almost making me give up my stalking,

But eventually, he enters a pub,

A very rough pub,

One no Pig would ever frequent.

I wait awhile before I enter,

I survey the establishment,

It is disgusting, 

Cheap decor, low life crowd,

You would need a death wish to come here...

Actually not a bad place for me to come then,

For the death wish that is...

Eventually I seat myself, two seats from him,

I greet all, including him.

I smile broadly, but he hardly registers,

You can see the gears turning,

The case has him gripped tight in its control.

I take note he is a whisky man,

Neat, on the rocks.

He sits lost in his thoughts,

While I nurse a beer,

Vile stuff, so unrefined, 

But drinking wine in a bar,

Well let us just say, I would stand out,

Especially this bar.

I watch as he emerges from his reverie,

Stares at his drinks as if it is the forbidden fruit,

Then slams them back and leaves.

I am glad to finish my beer and go to.

*

I follow him for another hour, till we get to his home,

I watch as he picks up his cat!

Now that is a surprise!

I took him for a dog person,

Well live and learn.

*

I wait for him to go to sleep,

Then sneek up to his window,

Gently I part the curtain,

View his slumbering form,

My eyes bore into him as he sleeps.

He stirs in obvious turmoil, 

His nightmare eating at his subconscious, 

Brings a sick sort of arousal upon me.

I feel...really feel as if I am in his dream,

That he is reacting to me watching him.

I watch for a short while longer,

Before I depart,

I have preperations to make,

His next gift is awaiting him

And should he get them to accept it is murder,

I know where he lives,

I can leave him a few surprises!

That should get him fired up...

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