The Panther Waits
The Panther watched over Haven City.
Crime had yanked his fair city into the depth of Hell. The new commissioner held promise, but the Panther wouldn’t hold his breath. It’d take a special man to clean up Haven, and he liked to think he was that man.
He balanced along the edges of rooftops and leapt from building to building. His night vision—aided by a genetic mutation—was impeccable. As long as there was a brief flicker of light, he would be able to see, to protect the citizens, to view her.
The quiet librarian sat in front of the computer’s glow. She was late working tonight, as usual. He often guessed that she didn’t want to go to an empty apartment until she had to. But he worried about her. The streets weren’t safe, and his nightly prowling always brought him to Samantha Chase.
He pulled back when she glanced toward the window. What was she thinking? The Panther couldn’t tell, and then she went back to her work.
Someday he would reveal himself to her. Let her know who he was and why he cared. Today wasn’t that day, though. He still had to wait.