บท 4: Chapter 4

Once the truck stopped, Alex was on his

feet. He moved quietly away from the rail by the wall to the door.

He waited until he heard the engine stop, and a door close before

he spoke.

“If you’re some sort of serial killer, you

picked the wrong man, motherfucker! You better run, because I’m

going to turn the tables on you,” he said loudly at the door,

hoping the person on the other side could hear.

Nothing. No verbal response. Not even the

slightest sound.

Alex waited quietly by the door. He had only

himself to hit the man with, but when that door opened, Alex was

going to pounce like a tiger.

He stood there. Minutes passed. Still.

Nothing. Quiet.

Alex crouched, desperately trying not to

move a muscle. It seemed like forever since he had heard someone

open the and close the truck door. Finally, he heard someone

unfastening the exterior lock, the padlock that must have been

secured outside. He waited for the door to open, ready to hit that