But he couldn’t call him now. He had things to do. He knew where the monster lived, and it was about time it was dealt with.
The apartment was stuffy, and maybe that was what made his own odor so noticeable. His finger hovered over the delete icon for a second. It had been so long since he’d heard his brother’s voice…
He tightened his lips, deleted the message, and went to the bathroom to shower and shave. He’d also need something to eat. There were some Hungry-Man dinners in the freezer. He’d have a couple, and then go stake out the monster’s lair.
* * * *
How fucking lucky could he get? As Matthew rounded the corner, he spotted the monster backing out of its driveway. It didn’t see him, but he slowed his car anyway and let it get some distance ahead of him.
Where was it going at this hour of the morning?