Breathless

Boys and filled at a Mobil station. Because the cans featured safety vents, the interior of the vehicle smelled of gasoline, but there weren’t sufficient fumes to cause an explosion. When he had finished with Kirsten Wallace and the boy, he would return for the SUV, drive it into their garage, and prepare for the burning.
    He approached the house openly, carrying a clipboard and a small toolbox that he also bought at Pep Boys, as bold as anyone would be who belonged there. He might have been a meter reader or a repairman of some kind.
    No one saw him, no one crossed his path, and he used a key that the attorney had provided to let himself into the side garage door.
    During the day, the alarm system was not engaged. When Kirsten Wallace switched on the system later, Rudy would alreadybe inside and comfortable in his hidey-hole, contemplating his enjoyment of her.
    Because two housekeepers were in the residence, one until six o’clock and the other until nine, Rudy was cautious when he entered from the garage and through the laundry room.
    He was prepared to kill the housekeepers if he encountered them, even if he was not attracted to them, so much did he want Kirsten. But if Kirsten came home shortly before six, as per her schedule, she would know something was wrong when she found the housekeepers gone. Rudy would have lost the advantage of surprise, and he would have to take her the moment that she came through the door, before her suspicion was aroused.
    Happily, he found the mechanical room across the hall from the laundry. Here were water heaters, one of the furnaces, the water softener, and other equipment.
    According to Wallace, the two maids cleaned the mechanical room on the first Friday of the month and otherwise never entered it. Nevertheless, Rudy crawled into a space behind the furnace and sat there in the dark, where he would not be seen even if someone turned on a light and came in here for some reason.
    In his mind, he rehearsed all the things he intended to do to Kirsten. The afternoon and early evening passed so quickly that he was surprised when the authoritative digital voice of the security system announced,
“Alarmed to night mode,”
so loud that he could hear it clearly through the closed door, from the speaker in the hallway.
    Just before the second housekeeper left at nine, she brought dinner to the table. At that point the boy, Benny, was in bed and asleep, and Kirsten could enjoy her meal uninterrupted.
    Except that Rudy Neems would interrupt her tonight as she had never in her life been interrupted.
    He waited five minutes before easing open the hallway door, just to be sure she would be sitting at dinner in the dining room. Even dining alone, she preferred to eat there, where she could spread out her newspaper on the big table.
    Rudy Neems intended to spread out her newspaper as she had never had it spread out in her life.
    Between the butler’s pantry and the dining room, one of the two swinging doors stood open. Kirsten sat at the table, her back to him.
    She wore her blond hair short. So elegant was her neck that it entranced him.
    When he had done her as much as he wanted, then part of the way he would kill her would be by strangulation. That neck.
    He watched her turn a page of the newspaper. Her hands were slender, long-fingered, beautifully shaped.
    Before strangling her, he could break her fingers one by one.
    As he crossed the threshold of the butler’s pantry, a floorboard creaked underfoot.
    She turned her head, more gorgeous than her photos suggested, and she screamed.
    Rudy rushed her as she came up from her chair. She had a fork in her hand, raising it like a dagger, but he didn’t care about that. She was fast, but Rudy was immeasurably faster. He seized her wrist and almost broke it, she cried out in pain, the fork fell, he pushed the chair out of the way, he shoved her back onto the table, onto her dinner, and—
    He heard the window shattering an instant before the alarmwent off. Startled, Rudy relented from his assault just enough to allow Kirsten to get her breath.
    She screamed again, she threw a wineglass at his face, Rudy dodged it. As the glass shattered on the floor, this guy appeared in an archway on the right, this big strange guy coming in from the hall, his face a ruin, a guy so bizarre that Rudy was for a fatal moment paralyzed.
    When he subdued a woman, Rudy liked to force her into submission with nothing more than his hands, his body. He didn’t use