Gemotions

The city lights blurred into streaks of color as Michael drove. Years of carefully curated online animosity had culminated in this: a stakeout. "Cyber_Slayer" was only a screen name, but the vitriol poured through that screen had been anything but virtual. He spotted the apartment building, the address he’d pieced together meticulously.

His jaw clenched. He pictured the sneering avatar, the arrogant pronouncements. The rage was a tangible thing, a physical pressure. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs. He saw a figure emerge from the building, a woman, her face obscured by the shadows. He revved the engine.