More From Chapter 1

     Charles wanted a stack of pancakes, eggs Benedict with a huge side of crisp bacon and a gallon of milk, but he did what was right for his body and ate, instead, one banana sliced over yogurt topped with granola and almonds and honey. He washed this light meal down with a tall glass of cold grape juice. Rinsing his dishes and placing them in the dishwasher he turned off the kitchen light and went into the living room; which once was spacious but now was over crowded with the antique furniture Charles had purchased over the past year. He made his way past the collection of tables, paintings, objet d'art all covered by white sheets wondering how he collected so much stuff so quickly. He knew it would all one day be worth a fortune as for now he went upstairs to get the items he would need for his 'appointment'.
     He went down to the last room on the right and unlocking it Charles flipped on the light and went in. Sitting behind a long metal and glass desk Charles thought for a moment about what would be best to put Oliver down. He spun his desk chair around to the large medical supply cabinet behind him. "Let me see," he said taking out three small vials of deadly poison: tetra dioxin, succinylcholine and potassium chloride. He then took four syringes out and filled each with certain various amounts of the liquids. He placed these in a small black zippered bag used by diabetics and slipped the slim pouch in his inside breast pocket. Charles took a pair of surgical gloves from the cabinet filled with drugs, bandages, medicines etc... and put them in his pants pocket. Charles stood up, locked the door and went back downstairs. Mr.Pruce would soon arrive and Charles wanted to be outside waiting for him, he didn't like Bengiman in house not after what happened last time. Charles grabbed his keys and sunglasses opened up his front door and stepped outside into the full fresh fragrant morning. He took in a deep refreshing breath and looked around at the pure perfect morning. The sun hung low over the eastern horizon casting long cool shadows over the emerald green, perfectly manicured lawn as the sickly-sweet scent of the dogwood trees permeated the air. Birds began stirring in their nests waiting for the warmth of the sun to awaken their insect prey, softly chirping waiting for the day to begin. Nature was just about the only thing Charles valued. All was serene and calm until, off in the distance, Charles heard the thump, thump of a car stereo turned up way too loud, heralding the arrival of Mr.Pruce.