The town , wrapped in red and green, greeted him, welcome him home as he drove down familiar streets. Driving his old truck filled Hunter with pleasure. He didn’t have to look for IEDs on the side of the road. He grinned all the way to the apartment, enjoying the ride, the peace of the nigh, the old brick buildings on Main Street, the holiday finery, the palpable presence of town spirit.tHe parked his truck in front of the apartment building that Ethan owned as a side business, and suddenly couldn’t wait another second. He hurried up the front stairs, down the inside styaircase, then just about ran down the hallway to his basement-level unit.tHe had his key in his hand, but the doorknob turned easily as he put his hand on it. Cindy had left the door open for him.tHe grinned like a fool as he walked in. The loose floorboard in the middle of the living room creaked a familiar welcome as he passed his army duffel bag on the floor where he’d dumped it earlier. Cindy’s little pink purse sat on his brown leather couch like a cupcake on a tray.t”Cindy?” He strode toward the bedroom in the back, his smile spreading as he anticipated a private party. If she was waiting for him naked in bed, the proposal would have to wait a litt. “Honey?”tBut she wasn’t waiting for him naked.tShe was waiting for him dead.
The town , wrapped in red and green, greeted him, welcome him home as he drove down familiar streets. Driving his old truck filled Hunter with pleasure. He didn’t have to look for IEDs on the side of the road. He grinned all the way to the apartment, enjoying the ride, the peace of the nigh, the old brick buildings on Main Street, the holiday finery, the palpable presence of town spirit.tHe parked his truck in front of the apartment building that Ethan owned as a side business, and suddenly couldn’t wait another second. He hurried up the front stairs, down the inside styaircase, then just about ran down the hallway to his basement-level unit.tHe had his key in his hand, but the doorknob turned easily as he put his hand on it. Cindy had left the door open for him.tHe grinned like a fool as he walked in. The loose floorboard in the middle of the living room creaked a familiar welcome as he passed his army duffel bag on the floor where he’d dumped it earlier. Cindy’s little pink purse sat on his brown leather couch like a cupcake on a tray.t”Cindy?” He strode toward the bedroom in the back, his smile spreading as he anticipated a private party. If she was waiting for him naked in bed, the proposal would have to wait a litt. “Honey?”tBut she wasn’t waiting for him naked.tShe was waiting for him dead.
