Starting then, I took detours through his neighborhood. It wasn't far from work. It wasn't like I was hurting anything, I just wanted to see him. I didn't see him often, but I did see his car coming and going. I learned to drive by in the evenings when he was there, and I could catch his profile in the light of the windows, or, once, see him sitting on the porch. Usually he went in back to take his calls. I didn't like his smoking, but I liked the sound of his voice: low, smooth, a sweet baritone melody.
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
