Grady Gonzalez ran his index finger around the rim of a tumbler glass while studying the woman across the bar. From the moment she walked in, her presence demanded attention as she sat down and crossed a toned gam over the other, causing the slit in her skirt to reveal more. He had to admit, she was alluring with her glossy black tresses and plum-colored lips.

However, it wasn't only that.

It was the way she seemed to be taking in her surroundings while fluffing her hair to show off her bare shoulder blades. She knew exactly the right way to draw attention to her best features without making it obvious. Yet, it was also clear to Grady that she knew men were gawking at her, and she enjoyed it with every flirtatious smile she flashed at them. The kind of smile that made men wonder where else her lips could end up if they played their cards right.

As the night ticked on, Grady watched her charm free drinks out of five different men. He noticed how she let her head tilt back with a laugh every time the man currently entertaining her said a cheesy line. Being the coquettish woman she was, she also made it a point to playfully touch his arm or shoulder. So far, bachelor number six was lasting the longest, despite the metallic band around a particular finger of his.

Suddenly, she slid off of the barstool, linking her arm through the man's, and together they began walking off. It was as if she decided he was the winner for the night. Grady slammed back the rest of his Old Fashion, threw a twenty on the bar top, and followed them outside.

Lifting the collar of his trench coat, he could feel how much colder the air was with a chill prickling his skin. Not only that, but the streets were almost vacant. It was the perfect time of night to prey on those who were unaware - especially those who had been drinking.

The familiar echo of the woman's laugh caused him to jerk his head in its direction, and his ears twitched with the clicks of her heels against the pavement. They were running down the street, holding hands like a couple of teenaged lovers sneaking out on a school night. He picked up his feet and began speed-walking after them but made sure to avoid the lamp-posts. He prided himself in his ability to blend within the shadows. It was a tiptoe he perfected through the years.

When they disappeared around the corner, he followed them and quickly sunk into a door frame of the narrow alley the twosome had frolicked into. They paused for a moment to grope and kiss one another, ignoring their surroundings while taxis zipped down the main road. Grady could see the man was more intoxicated than the woman as his knees swayed, and his words slurred. Whereas she balanced perfectly on stilettos, her calf muscles flexing as she reached up on tiptoes to plant a kiss on him.

"I know a place we can go," she teased with a bite of the man's lip.

Then she pushed away from him playfully but took his hand and pulled him along. They began running down the alley again, all while Grady kept a steady pace behind them. He could feel his heart rate increasing, along with his anticipation. He lived for these moments when the person or people he was following were so much in their own world they had no clue of the dangers lurking so closely.

It was the mistake many victims made - to be so absorbed that they forgot common sense.

It thrilled him.

Especially as he counted down the time it would take for the kill to happen. It was never an exact plan but was instead dependant on the situation. So he followed the lovebirds a little closer as they ran down another dark alley. He refused to let another great opportunity slip from his grasp.

Sweat beads collected at his temples despite the cold. Tonight was the night. He had been waiting for another victim to come along. For a trophy he could claim and add to his wall of accomplishments. It was a wall he often looked at with pictures of soulless faces staring back and forever trapped thanks to him. The next trophy was going to be a beautiful addition, and he smiled at the thought as the twosome continued running down another alley.

Tip-toeing along, he nearly wet himself, excited to be so close to claiming his prize. He could already picture himself emerging from the shadows, gun aimed, the stunned look on her face, and the look on the man's face after realizing what the night was turning into.

Some victims even lost their bowels, creating a mess.

The couple finally stopped running as the woman looked around, making sure they were absolutely alone. Then she pushed him against the brick building, and raked her manicured nails down his chest, encouraging a moan from him.

"Here," she giggled while tugging on the buckle of his pants.

"Here?" the man gasped. "B-B-But, my hotel isn't far."

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

The man groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as she slid down his leg. Meanwhile, Grady's pulse thumped under his skin. This was the moment! He watched her pull a blade out of her cleavage, and just as she was about to strike, Grady stepped out of the shadows.

"Drop the weapon and put your hands up!"

Man number six, shrieked when his eyes blinked open and saw the knife in mid-air about to strike. He scrambled to hike his pants up while scurrying away from her, his complexion whiter than the moonlight.

"Simmone Lafayette, you're under arrest." Grady flashed his badge.

The woman glared at him as she let the blade slip from her fingers. He kicked it away and stepped around her to slap cuffs on her wrists.

"Your mugshot is going to look beautiful on my wall, Simmone."

Sirens echoed in the distance, and Grady couldn't be happier that he finally caught The Widowmaker. The city streets would be a little safer and cheating spouses, maybe a little wiser.