She had been watching him for days. Now that she had tracked and followed him across the country, she wanted to know everything he did. He was the man responsible for the death of her husband and young son. He was the man who spent a few weeks in court appointed detox after the car crash and then was free. He wouldn’t be free for much longer. Last week she had met a man who built a black box for her containing plastic explosives and a cell phone. The box was now attached to the bottom of his car. She followed him down the tree lined street and pulled over to the curb when he turned his car into the curved driveway. She lit a cigarette, reached for her mobile phone and dialed the number. Then she turned up the volume on the car radio.

Stumble It!