Lucinda sat in the same chair she always did, sipped her favorite flavored coffee, and read a magazine that focused more on gossip than it did on actual news. This was her regular Friday night routine, and it helped her to unwind from her stressful week.
She was a creature of habit, and she didn’t see anything wrong with that. After a certain point in life, surprises were more of a nuisance than they were exciting. Lucinda was all about sticking to a routine and limiting the unexpected.
And that played exactly into the Killer’s plan. He watched her from across the room, just as he had been doing for the past few weeks.
He was already in his seat, nose buried in the book he was supposedly reading, when Lucinda made her way over to her little corner of this particular world. He hadn’t even looked up upon her arrival because he knew exactly where she’d be and when.
Women like Lucinda made life much simpler for men like the Killer.
He had made up his mind. Tonight was the night he was going to kill her.
Lucinda took a sip of her coffee and smiled. It’s unclear if the smile was from her enjoyment of her beverage, or from the article she was reading about the hunky actor with the soft spot for surfer girls. Not that it mattered to him. It was only significant because it would be the last time she ever smiled.
The Killer sighed. She really was an attractive woman, but it was obvious that she had let herself go. He wondered what made a woman, or really anyone for that matter, give up and stop make her best effort. Didn’t she care what the rest of the world thought of her? Or was she simply not trying to attract attention to herself?
If that had been her plan, then she had failed miserably because she had caught his attention, hadn’t she?
He checked his watch and calculated approximately how much time Lucinda had left among the living. She always got up at the same time, and when she did so tonight, she would set in motion the final act of her life.
Lucinda took the last sip of her coffee, finished the article on the hunky actor, and closed the magazine.
This was it. She slowly stood up, and the Killer only glanced over at her. Now it was his time to focus, to get into his routine.
Lucinda strode across the room, her long legs crossing the distance in only a few short, confident strides.
She stopped right in front of him, and the Killer pretended not to notice. He was just any other man reading a book. No need to be alarmed.
Lucinda reached out, put her hand on his shoulder, and gave it a loving squeeze. The light caught her wedding and engagement rings just right, and the reflected glare caused him to blink. “I’m going to bed now, darling,” she told him. “Will you make sure the doors are locked before you come upstairs?”
She bent down and kissed him on the cheek.
The Killer nodded that he had understood his wife’s instructions, and then he went back to reading his book.
Tonight was definitely the night…