The evening summer air was refreshing to say the least as he walked quickly between the gallery and the diner. He reorganized some people from the party, but it was quiet beyond that. Walked over to an empty booth and slid into it. It would looks suspicious if he just put something there and then left. When the waitress came over, he absently ordered a coffee and nothing else, a simple enough thing to bid the time until she walked in. He would make it so she was a chasing a ghost. One minute he would be there and the next he would be gone again, leaving her with the mysterious notes to lead her on a wild chase, a game of his creation to prolong the inevitable. Because in the end, he knew he was going to die one way or another.<br/><br/>He slide the envelope under the saucer when the coffee came. He didn't drink it, didn't even touch it. He got out the money for it and placed it on the table for when he had to leave. She could through that door any second and he planned to be gone the moment she blinked after noticing him. He would love to stay and admire her; he had been blessed for once to have an attractive hunter on his trail instead of a sweaty older man or priest.