Marvin took a deep breath of the cool air, looked briefly up and down the street before he moved to the side of the house, to the parking lot, and crossed it towards his old and gray Ford Taurus -92.  He climbed inside and started her up. The interior smelled fresh, he had cleaned his car thoroughly earlier this same day, removing all traces from the last hunt. Marvin didn't have any real plans for Harry, he figured that he'd do best if he made it as simple as possible, and improvised if anything turned up. The only plannings he had made about this evening, was to park his car close by, making sure that Harry was at home, walk up to his door and knock. Harry might recognize him from the trial, and might just let him in. Then he'd simply use his gun, tie him up, and bring him back to the car. But that was a plan, and he'd most likely have to alter it a few times before the night was over.