it was the third time this week
that V. had followed them
and no doubts could remain.
four minutes thirty five seconds
from the bar where they had met
to four one six, ninth street,
apartment thirty four D.
the engine was still ticking
like a metronome in five four time.
nine seventeen.
apartment lights go off.
one twenty six.
V. tapes a note to the dashboard
and pulls the trigger.
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