24th
The A key played at midnight. A perfect 440 Hz pitch sounding in the cold dark. The A fell a half tone and then a full tone as two more keys sounded out in the night.
A gloved finger lifted itself from the piano and brushed against a nearby bookcase, picking up a fine layer of dust. “Sloppy,” the man thought to himself. “This man obviously has no self-respect to leave his home in such a state. Trash on the table, dust everywhere, a pile of clothes in the corner. Including a… thong? That’s not right. This man has been single and lonely every day for the last three months. Figures, leave it to my luck that the night I come to do this is the one night in his pathetic existence he manages to get lucky.” He pulled out his gun and loaded a second bullet in clip. “Damn waste, but necessary I guess. There’s always a complication, let’s hope this is the last.”
The man gave his gun a quick go over and then re-holstered it. He continued his surveillance of the downstairs, making sure it was all clear, and then turned his attention to the stairs.
