It led to a clear water streambed where giant cottonwoods and poplars rose from the wet soil. Not only did Ricky find the location ideal for observation, he also appreciated the serenity and ease with which he blended into a steady flow of outdoor lovers.One meandering road accessed Tom and Helen’s house where Josie stayed. From his vantage point at the bottom of a hill and seated on a split-log bench, if she or Isaac left, he would see it. All he had to do was jump in his truck and follow.A fueling station with two gas pumps and a convenience store sat just across the road from the trailhead. He could buy snacks when hungry and keep watch through the front glass. Instead of going into the public restroom to take a leak, he ducked behind trees for relief. Taking his eyes off the road, a potential window to miss Josie leaving the house, was unacceptable.Friday rolled by with no activity from his target. He spent the better part of Saturday bored and perplexed. Like all creative thought, a plan had to sprout from an idea.
