He waited on the edge. His physical location six blocks east of the capitol building, put him on the edge of downtown Lincoln. The plummeting thermometer had the frigid late October Nebraska air on the leading edge of the year’s first snow.
His mindset, that was a drunken dance along a razor’s edge. He could go any way at any second. He’d been lied to, shot at and cheated on. And that was the past 12 hours.
All his plans, his years of painstakingly slow progress toward his one shining goal evaporated into resolute nothingness in minutes.
The gun in his hand.
There is no Plan B or C or even 1a. He’d bet it all on this one take. And the whole damn thing blew apart like an exploding grain elevator. Gone. Kablooey.
And there he was. His target. His new disease.
To all the world, a sensible no-nonsense elected official. For him, bane of existence, deceit, evidence of pure evil in this world.
That would end. He stepped out from behind the protective corner and slouched along K Street, each step closing the gap between hate and hated, killer and prey.
Maybe, just maybe, if the stars were aligned and the gods were in his favor, his target would be walking to meet her. Their special meeting place a room on the 10th floor of the Cornhusker Hotel. The room’s window faced south and east, the Capitol’s towered dome so close it seemed you could reach out, grab it.
That room, that view would be an excellent location for this bitter end.
Each step brought him closer.
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DFW – TUL 09.01.15