He sat on the fallen tree trunk with a pair of binoculars. They were big and clunky—army surplus. He was using them to watch David Malone and his woman. With the lights on in the kitchen, he could see them plainly through the window of the back door. Finding Malone had been relatively easy. The first place he looked was the second-floor apartment, the one with the balcony where he had first seen Malone with his lady doctor. K had gone there earlier in the evening, but Malone’s pickup truck wasn’t there. He watched and waited for half an hour, until the lady doctor came out and got into her car. He followed her, almost on a whim, and she led him right to Jana Fletcher’s duplex. The curtains were drawn in the front window, so K had decided to go around to the back. He had left his car on the street by Cypress Park and made his way through the woods by the light of the moon. He had no trouble, even when he had to cross the narrow footbridge over the ravine.
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