Gemotions

The email notification nearly made him jump. A picture of the house. It was a visceral shock. He stared at the images, searching for something, anything familiar. It felt like an intrusion, a violation.

He found the phone number of the real estate agent. He dialed it, his voice carefully controlled. He asked about the property, feigning casual interest. He needed to know everything about the current owners, their plans, their intentions.

He drove by the house that evening. He parked a few blocks away and watched, his senses on high alert. He needed to see who came and went. He needed to assess the neighborhood.