Page 108 of Psycho

I found my target just on the edge of Five Star Park.

It wasn’t as busy on a Sunday as I thought, but I expected people would start coming out of their homes when it didn’t feel hot as hell outside.

Beads of sweat ran down my back, and it did nothing to abate my anger.

If anything, it only worked to make me feel…

Violent.

Unlucky for the fucker, Connor Briggs.

I hopped off my bike and headed to the red slide where the fucker was lying, his head on the bottom of the slide, his feet slightly elevated.

There was a blue cap covering his face, but I would recognize the fucker with a clown suit on. Full of makeup and shit.

I walked over to him.

He was a thin little fucker. Years of drug abuse did that to his body, and there was always something shifty about the little fucker.

He was probably lying around, waiting for his next client to show up.

I pulled the cap up, and his brown eyes sprang open.

“What the fuck, man…”

He trailed off, the anger deflating out of him when he noticed it was me.

He sat up quickly, and in his haste, lost balance and fell off the slide and into the wood chips below. His greasy brown hair barely moved from the fall.

I looked at him, unblinking, taking in his disheveled clothes and messy beard covering his jawline.

“Micah,” he said, sitting up and looking at me. “What are you doing here?”

“You tell me,” I answered mildly.

He stood up and shifted on his feet, but I knew the fucker was smart enough to know he shouldn’t run.

“I, uh, did you have another job for me? ’Cause you know I’ll do it, no questions asked.”

“Job? You couldn’t even do the first one I gave you right.”

“What are you—”

I punched him in the face.

Blood gushed out of his nose, and he cupped it, looking up at me in shock.

“Aw, man. I think you broke my nose,” he said, his voice muffled.

“You’re fucking lucky that’s all I’m breaking today.”

I leaned down and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him up toward me.

He flinched.

I shook my head and pushed him back onto the ground.

“Fuck, man. What did I do?”

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