The Room in the Attic

PART IV

You learn to recognize targets too—the ones who were always destined to end up as victims, one way or another.

The plain, the unremarkable, living life on the periphery.

The ones who aren’t photogenic, or rich, or anything other than just slightly below average.

The runaway. The secretive single man, living alone. The ex-junkie fresh out of jail.

But just because you recognize each other, doesn’t mean you always agree. Especially if one of you starts taking unnecessary risks, stupid risks. Taking pictures. Acting like they want their moment in the sun. Acting like they want to get caught.