“Just got some business to take care of,” he said.

He drove to the Techer residence in a dream. He did not park on their street but one over. The moon was full; his shadow chased him up the dusty hill. He had brought binoculars. As he nestled on his belly in his old spot, he thought of those dark days a year ago when he used to spy on Amy and her new husband.

He remembered that pain.

Especially as he focused his binoculars on their bedroom.

They were in bed together watching TV. Amy had sworn she no longer slept in the same room as David. Lie number one—did he need to hang around and count to ten? Matt could hear his heart pound into the ground as he watched. He felt close to the earth right then. He understood that it was right and proper that human life should end six feet under. He wished he could die but he had a problem. His heart kept beating and he had to keep watching.

They turned off the TV and the lights. The moon was the brightest he had ever seen it. God in His infinite wisdom had decided to shine a spotlight into their bedroom. Good old God and His sense of humor. Matt burst out laughing when David rolled over and started kissing Amy. It took them an entire minute to get their pajamas off. Then they … well, they … they just started to have sex. Her on top, her legs spread, rolling her vagina on his penis, probably breathing heavily and making all kinds of other sounds. Yeah, Matt could see that, he could understand that.

His Amy still liked to fuck David.

He did not remember standing up and walking down the hill. The next thing he knew he was outside the gate of the neighbor who lived behind David and Amy. He was familiar with the wall. He had scaled it when he had come for Jimmy. He looked down at his hands and realized he had left his binoculars up on the hill. He stared at his hands and imagined what they could do to David and Amy. He felt a moment of clarity and strength. He would break into their house and kill them. Ted Bundy had nothing on him right then because nothing else mattered.

He flew over the neighbor’s wall, then the wall that led into David and Amy’s backyard. He moved with the silence of a panther, but if anyone had looked out their window they would have seen him. Not that he cared. Creeping onto the porch beneath their bedroom balcony, he was treated to the sound of Amy’s orgasm. It did not help that she made more noise with David. She even had to shout out his name.