Obsession in Death by J.D. Robb
PROLOGUE
Killing was easier than I thought it could be, and a lot more rewarding. I finally feel as if I’ve done something important, something that deserves real attention. All my life I’ve tried, done my best, but no one ever truly appreciated my efforts, really saw me for who and what I was.
I can say objectively, honestly, I did a good and efficient job on this new, important project, start to finish.
There were times during the weeks and weeks – months really – of planning, of selecting, of working out all the tiny details, I felt impatient, even annoyed with myself.
There were times I doubted, times I nearly lost my courage and my focus. It’s too easy to become discouraged when no one values your skills and your efforts.
But I see now this time (and maybe it’s been years in the developing really) was all worth it.
The time spent will be worth it again, as all that preparation and planning is done on all who come next.
Because I spent those weeks watching the target, learning her routine, made the effort to get into her building long before tonight, and made the investment in the very best equipment, practiced all the steps for hours, I have my first success.
My first weight on the scale toward balance. My first tribute, I suppose, in honor of my friend and partner.
That icy blonde bitch deserved to die.
Didn’t Shakespeare say something about killing all the lawyers? I should look it up. In any case, I’ve taken care of one, and she won’t be around to make any more money off the scum she represented, or most important of all, she’ll never insult or demean the person I most admire. The person who deserved her RESPECT!
I’m honored to have played a part in righting the wrong, in bringing true justice to the woman who, due to the constraints of her job, is unable to mete out justice for herself.
I will be her avenger, her champion.
Soon, she’ll know there is someone who will stand up for her, do what needs to be done. When she sees my message, she’ll know she has someone behind her, who understands, admires, and respects her above all others. As no one ever did for me. Our connection is so strong, so intense, I can often read her thoughts. I wonder if she can read mine.
Sometimes, late at night, I sense she’s with me, right here with me. How else could I have known where to start, and just what to do?
Ours is a spiritual bond I treasure, something deep and strong, and older than time. We are, in essence, the same person, two sides to one coin.
Death unites us.
I’ve proven myself now. There’s still more to do, because the list is long. But tonight, I’m taking this time to write down my feelings, to have a small celebration. Tomorrow I’ll go back to serving justice.
One day, when the time is right, we’ll meet, and on that day, she will know she has the truest of friends.
It will be the happiest day of my life.