Prologue
I should
have been a banker. I focused the camera on the two figures in the window. He
had just shown up about twenty minutes ago, while she was in the shower. She
answered the door wearing a silk robe. I could tell she was in the shower
because her hair was still wet. I got a great shot of them embracing in the
doorway. She pulled him into the living room, where she proceeded to remove his
suit.
His wife
had called me, to tell me he phoned her and said he was working late. I had
some prize photos of his working late to show her. I could probably leave now,
but I was looking for the nail in the coffin. That one shot that I get paid
for.
They got
into some hot and heavy making out right in view of the window. You’d think
they would at least close the blinds, with him sneaking around and all. They
had no idea that his wife had paid someone to follow him. She pulled him in
tight, and I watched them kiss deeply. Her robe fell back, and he took the
opportunity to grope an exposed breast. That was it. I got a clean photo of his
infidelity. There’s my paycheck. It’s a job, but sometimes it has its perks.
I was
wrapping up, jotting down some notes. When I saw something out of the corner of
my eye. I had a slight view of the kitchen from where I was parked. I put the
camera to my eye to try and get a better look. I saw someone coming through the
back door, as our two love birds christened the couch.
I felt around for my phone while I watched the burglar sneak into the living
room. I was concerned now, the usual burglar would’ve
left as soon as he found out the house was occupied. I could barely make out
his face. Someone who wasn’t wearing a mask isn’t worried about leaving someone
alive to ID him. I dialed 911. The backlight from the phone lit my car up. I looked
back through the camera just as the burglar was executing the two on the couch.
He must
have seen the light from my phone, because he looked right at me. I pushed the
shutter button and started my car. The burglar was making a dash for the front
door. I put my car into gear and slammed on the accelerator. I heard the sounds
of bullets hitting the trunk of my car. There was another sound. It was the
operator on the phone.
“Hello,
does someone have an emergency,” she said.
“Yes, there
has been a homicide on