The watcher becomes the watched - rear window continues

For the umpteenth time Tony checked that the revolver was in his pocket. Its weight was reassuring and counterbalanced his erratically beating heart which had turned his legs to jelly and made his head feel light. He steeled himself, knowing that he had the upper hand with the twin cards of surprise and a weapon just made for close quarter action. Marilyn was playing her part perfectly he thought, there wasn’t a hint of malevolence or betrayal in her voice or gait and she seemed to skip the last few steps as she turned to him at the entrance to her apartment block and seductively mouthed “I want you”, lifting her skirt to reveal a stocking top.

Tony fought down the feelings of lust and desire. He wondered when she had changed into the stockings and suspenders and was that for his benefit or for the benefit of the mystery man. He knew that he wanted her but also that it was highly unlikely that he would end up in bed with Marilyn or Melissa for that matter. Tonight his aim was to find out what the hell was going on, and if anything else came of it then great. Of course he didn’t know about Steve, lying prone and cold in his own kitchen, killed at the expert hands of Marilyn.

Marilyn turned the key and stepped inside the apartment. The first thing Tony noticed was that she did not have to deactivate the alarm – it wasn’t on. He had watched her through binoculars so many times from his rear window and he knew that she always set the alarm. Today there was no need because there were already people here. The next thing he noticed was the pair of champagne glasses on the coffee table. Marilyn had been with him all night and the glasses had not been there earlier. He also noticed the cigarette slowly burning by an obscure window to the far left. He had not noticed this window before – though it looked more of a small vent really and he realised that from there the watcher had been the watched. They knew all about him. Why?

Tony stepped gingerly across the living room to the window and gazed at his apartment across the way, one eye on the reflection from the glass in front of him just in case someone tried to creep up behind him. He patted the gun once more, just to be safe, just to be sure...

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