He stayed hidden in the shadows, the glowing tip of his blunt his only giveaway. She told him tonight wasn’t good. She felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on.
Taking a long drag on his packed Remington, he watched her stroll down the sidewalk arm-in-arm with that preppy guy from her office. He tossed the spent butt on the ground, crushing it under his heel.
He pulled his coat collar up, and his hat brim down, obscuring his face, then stepped out of the dark.
This would be the last time she made him wait for her.