Crenshaw settled in on the moonlit balcony. It was an absolutely perfect vantage point. He wondered when anyone would find the bodies of the couple who owned the home to which this perfect balcony connected.
He assembled the rifle expertly in the darkness. His pulse quickened and he felt more alive than at any other time. A sense of purpose began to evervesce up from within him like bubbles in champagne.
He sighted down into the gathering. He didn't really care WHY someone wanted such a darling little girl dead. As she blew out her candles, Crenshaw blew out her brains.