Ch. 4 / Pt. 1 : When They Wear the Mask
…also the present… (mantles itself over bone, power and patience but not yet not yet not—)
Judge Howard Lesser’s fiancée had flown out of Ellsworth International Airport, ‘International’ in that it had flights to Canada, the previous night. She had a business conference in Philadelphia. Their conglomerated social media posts and messages remained vague, but Bob-Bob’s-son, who’s-a-disappointment-now, had figured out that she’d attend the conference for at least two days. That left a minimum of one night when Howard Lesser would sleep alone.
But one night was all that they needed—that he needed.
Although, resting his hand on the Mask’s strangely-smooth second-skin, he had to admit he’d started to think of the thing as a partner in crime. He’d found it in his beloved late Uncle’s basement among a scattering of other trinkets, what some might have called ‘evidence,’ and it had made everything make sense again.
He pulled on the Mask. Together, they walked over to the knife block and withdrew the longest, sharpest blade available. They gripped it in a gloved hand and Bob grinned. He imagined the Mask grinned with him.
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