DEADLY JUSTICEPrologueThe full moon shone, revealing the man's face. He backed away until the darkness sheltered him. The lights in the bar dimmed. He saw his shadow pass in front of the window obscured by the Miller Lite panel. He snickered, he was about to turn off his light. He chose this bar because of the sign. It is true that there were other bars with Miller Lite signs on their windows. However, it was the only one in Washington DC where the bartender was named Miller; at least as far as he knows. Tonight, Shannon Miller would be his. For the next two hours he would play with her. Give him a chance to repent. An hour before sunrise, his time was up. How long would it be before his family and friends reported him missing? Like the others, he would weigh down his body with a block of cement. In a week or two, someone, perhaps a tourist, would discover a float in the Potomac. All the evidence has been taken away. She would be just another woman executed by the DC Killer. The door opened. She stood in the gap and surveyed the parking lot. Satisfied, she turned, locked the door, and hurried across the deserted parking lot to her car, a red Toyota with more rust than red. The tap tap of her high heels beat a drum on the cracked asphalt. The moon rushed behind the clouds as if to hide its face in horror. He was an avenger, a messenger of God. Her mission is to rid the nation's capital of immoral women. The prostitutes feared him. Now they walked the streets in pairs. In their terror, they still continued their bad business. Sometimes he saw them grouping together in groups of three or four. They reminded him of children in a storm. Like a ghost, he crept towards her. The only light cast by the Miller Lite panel and a distant street lamp. The only lamp had been... middle of paper ...... placed in the middle of the river. Kissing her, he pushed her body into the water. She dug into the block, pulling her out of sight. No time. He hid the old boat under the old willow tree where he had found it two days before. The blood-soaked racing suit went into one dumpster, the gloves into another. He knew the program. Around 10 a.m., they would both be at the dump. Good luck finding them. At the townhouse, he showered and put on his power suit. This was going to be a great day. Today he was going to announce his candidacy for president. The limousine stopped on the sidewalk. Jimmy Falan jumped out and was halfway to the sidewalk when Jerold Robbins opened the front door. “Hello Senator or should I say Mr. President? » Not yet Jimmy. It won't be long. Then you will be handcuffed to the most powerful man in the world. "Yes, sir." Jimmy smiles.