It would be justice for the boy. All of the bad men need to pay and it started with him.

I hadn’t counted on her sneaking in, her hair in wild curls and the smile on her face so pure and full of hope. It had been so long since I’d seen a smile like that. Shock held me in place as the screwdriver in my hand, the longest one I could find in the abandoned place, slipped to the floor. He would have heard; she would have been my undoing if not for her shriek of laughter hiding the dull bang.

What was that sound doing in this place? It didn’t belong here. She didn’t belong here either.

She called him Daddy and ran to him while he cleaned his hands with the same towel that had blood on it not too long ago.

Through the broken wood slat I watched, the weapon at my feet in the hay that I was certain now smelled more like me than I reeked of it.

Conflict took ahold of me for the first time in a long time. I wasn’t sure what to do and the boy’s voice was quiet. I think he would have liked her too.

The man was a monster, but I watched him hold her hand.

I followed from a distance, safe enough to see it all.

The man was bad, that I knew. And he would lose; I knew that too.

My small child’s mind was uncertain where she fit in and where I fit in. Until I came up with another plan, one the boy loved even more.

He can teach me how to kill. He does it so well.

I’ll let the one bad man live for a while. After all, I needed someone to teach me. Who best to learn from than the monster himself? And I couldn’t be the reason the girl stopped smiling. I couldn’t take her father away, not when I knew how much pain it would cause.

Sitting back in the worn leather seat of the marked van, I watch the series of text messages on my laptop. They’re not to me, but they certainly hold my interest.

Everything about her holds my interest these days. I’ve been watching and waiting, not so differently than what I’ve done for years, but for far different reasons.

The dim light of the evening approaches and I’m aware that the residents of this friendly neighborhood will find their way back to their two-story homes on this quiet street. I’ll wave and smile as they pass by in their large SUVs and family vans with little stick figures of their children on the back windows. And they’ll do the same, smiling and waving back. I’ve been told I should have been a dentist because of my smile. Not the electrician I’m pretending to be.

Another message pings on my screen and a shred of jealousy seeps into my blood. I don’t recall experiencing the feeling as much as I have recently. Even back then, when she loved the monster and didn’t even know I existed.