The Alibi is presenting me with several learning opportunities. I wrote about Toing and Froing in Parts 1, 2 and 3. Today big learning is plotting (I’ll no doubt write about it later when I’ve learned enough worth sharing).
The individual chapters are short. Or at least shortish. To me, anyway, yet they seem to work fine.
Of course, I’m still in the rough draft mode. Who knows what I’ll do in the rewrites.
Read The Alibi‘s:
As always, let me know what you think.
Rexall Shaul stood quietly at the top of the thirty flights of stairs from his AirCon corporate office to the garage. He waited, quietly, meditatively, listening to the pneumatic cylinder ease the door shut. The click of the latch would be the runner’s starting pistol.
He slowed his breathing and relaxed his gymnast lean body as he waited.
He hesitated. Lift his arm to check his Omega Dark Side of the Moon or not?
Lifting his arm would raise his pulse a beat, maybe two.
The hesitation alone raised his pulse a beat or two.
He feared he was losing his edge.
The sound of the pneumatic piston increased imperceptibly as it reached the last moments of its transit.
Quick glance at the Omega. The gun sounded.
He walked quickly but not hurriedly.
Steady pace. People wouldn’t think twice, let him pass. A burst of speed once in the garage if necessary and never necessary before.
Break a sweat and he revealed too much.
Keep it all inside. Maintained.
He opened the door to the garage, glanced at his watch.
Two-hundred-forty seconds. Eight seconds per flight. Not breathing hard. Didn’t break a sweat.
His best time made use of gravity and dropping down the stairwell, his hands working the railings like descending uneven bars.
He smiled and walked to his black Lotus Exige. Two parking spaces were assigned to him as part of his package. He parked over the center line of the two so the Exige had three feet on either side clear.
He walked around the Exige like a pilot inspecting his craft before takeoff and smiled, his personal mantra topmost on his mind; a risk anticipated is a risk avoided.
He retraced his steps back around the Exige.
Satisfied, he pulled out his phone and tapped a number.
The Exige rumbled to life, the driver’s door opened, the bomb went off, and Rexall Shaul was no more.