Percentages Are In My Favor

I look for people like her, alone on the night train, and then, outside the station, apparently abandoned by whoever was supposed to retrieve her.

Everyone else leaves; I stay, make myself non-threatening, ask for help. Now we’re friends.

Timing’s crucial: if her driver’s a single woman, I wave, look forlorn. They usually offer me a ride. Idiots.

When I’m in the back, I choose hostage, playmate. A garrote around the passenger makes the driver pliable. My destination’s prechosen. Confiscate carkey, dispatch hostage, take my time with playmate.

The police taught me – it happened to my sister.

Easy prey.