He studied the monitor, which displayed Rachel Gordon’s photo and personal information.
He knew that precious time was being wasted. Should it get too light out, his chances of not being caught grew slimmer. He grabbed his face mask, threw it on, and ran out the door.
He walked in to Rachel’s house, and found himself face to face with her. He wouldn’t let her win, so he thrust her down. She had grabbed his ankle, he felt his feet stumble, followed by a sharp pain in his temple. Then his world went dark.