The girl's silly laugh was like a beacon to the stalker. He slinked through the brush, gaining favorable position while she taunted her father. He froze to admire her, holding his breath, hoping the birds didn't scare her away. He inhaled her fragrance and his vessels engorged. Her father's shouts would help mask his ambush. It was a perfect setup. There was no turning back. When the timing was right, he made his move. A swift blow held her silence while he carried her off where no one would find her. Now she would be his.