He reached under his shirt to scratch just in front of his arm. His body was damp with sweat. He should have taken another shower, he thought drowsily... but he went to the door, flicked the air conditioner to "on," and sat down at the desk with a map of the countryside, countryside that would someday be part of his "country" if all went as he planned. Suddenly he was asleep.The clock at his elbow ticked on silently as time progressed through the afternoon toward five o'clock. The big man,. The difference in the treatment of 'the vigilante' was marked however, with none of the 'cowardly' slant that the Evening Times story had used. If anything the Daily Record hailed the vigilante as a modern day hero, reclaiming Glasgow's streets from the criminals when the police were failing.Another feature of certain journalists is that they monitor police radio channels, hoping to get in early on breaking investigations. The Record's crime reporter had lucked onto the call from the officers. When he smiled, I noticed he'd lost yet another tooth. I made a mental note to talk to him about going to see a good dentist. With a better smile, I was sure he'd be able to talk countless housewives into letting him re screen their entire supply of window screens.Kaitlyn finally made her appearance, obviously freshly scrubbed and with full make up and carefully brushed hair. She still looked good when she bothered to get all spiffed up. In her youth, she had looked great, spiffed up or not.. This is where I pretty much ruin my idyllic life. I had everything, but I was thirty years old and had never really known love. Sure I had my parents love until they were gone, my siblings could care less about me, they never knew me, they were gone during my formative years and we never had the chance to bond as siblings. I had male and female friends and a couple of fuck buddies, but no one to love. I had visited Warren and his wife and two kids, his mom and dad and his brother Hank, but I.