It was quite another, the jogger found, to put aside as much time as possible, immediately, to kill a specific person who posed a sudden threat. This was a totally different function, nothing like the killings he so enjoyed. This was business, pure and simple. It didn’t give him the same pleasure - that’s why he’d performed only one other murder like it. There was a reason for this kill because his prey was a link that the authorities could question. He shuddered at that thought. Seated in his car, the jogger waited outside the city block that housed Stuart James’ office. He glanced at his watch - 9.50 p.m. Earlier he’d driven to the suburb where James lived. He’d moved stealthily around the exterior of the house. No car in the driveway or garage. No lights. Frustrated, the killer drove into the city. He didn’t have much time to spare. He entered the Australia Tower parking bay entrance with the use of a security key. Earlier in the day, a phone call and an obscene amount of money had secured him a copy of the key from one of his contacts.
