The cops had came quickly last time, pounding on doors, and canvassing the neighborhood. He had learned to become more mobile.
He sat in a diner, the classifieds spread out before him. His dark work lit his face with an evil smile.
A rolling stone gathers no moss…. he thought. He circled roommates wanted listings in the classified section with a black sharpie, noting the addresses on a road map. Only the single female listings were picked.
“Two birds with one stone.” He whispered to himself. Why not get a place to live, some fun, and stay mobile at the same time? he concluded. Today’s ad was perfect. She lived in a secluded area, no other roommates, no dogs, no neighbors nearby, she was young, and his type. Standing up, and steadying himself with a freshly notched cane, he painfully walked to the pay phone in the corner.
“Hello? Yes, I’m calling about the ad you have in the paper. Yes, that’s it. Would it be possible to see it today? Excellent, can’t wait to meet you.” He said, hanging up with a smile.