Eventually, he tried to stop looking at the clock. He tried to forget about the crawling hands. AS the sun set outside the vibrant white rays of late afternoon light that poured in through the slanted spaces of the blinds gradually transformed into a dim orange glow.
The floor became a canvass of shadows cast by the larger furnishings. Outside it was quiet. Occasionally the sound of a passing car or the trailing voices of passersby would float in with the breeze.
The calm semi-urban atmosphere was one of the things Higgins enjoyed most about her upscale neighborhood.
He checked his watch it was 7:04 she would be home any minute. Soon he would have everything he ever wanted, or he would have nothing at all. He stood up and walked over to the…