So the Bible Says

by Michael T. Coolen

About the Author: Michael Coolen is a published author and composer, whose works have been published and/or performed around the world, including at Carnegie Hall.

Excerpt

Walter liked bus stations … and train stations.  He also liked fast-food restaurants, arcades, parks, malls, and even museums.  He wasn’t particularly cultured, nor did he like fast food.  On the other hand, there was no end of places where people sipped coffee, brushed their hair, clipped their fingernails, leaving endless supplies DNA he could collect.

At 7:30 on a Tuesday morning he was sitting in the waiting room of the Greyhound Bus station on South Lamar St. in Dallas.  Wearing the anti-facial recognition glasses he had purchased from a site on the Dark Internet, Walter enjoyed occasionally looking directly into the security cameras that scanned every inch of the waiting room.  Knowing his glasses would defeat any software designed to identify him, he had to fight the urge to gloat by waving at the cameras. His old ones had been kind of clunky and noticeable, but the Japanese had come up with a more subtle version that looked more like high-end sunglasses for less than $250.

“Bus 7207 bound non-stop to Houston is boarding,” announced an agent over the speakers. “All passengers are advised to check in at island number five.”

A nearby group of four sketchy-looking millennials gathered up a collection of hats, coats, and plastic bags functioning as suitcases and walked out to the boarding area. After they exited the station, Walter drifted over and sat down where they had been.  Wearing gloves he had coated with NFL Stickum spray, he wiped down the area to his right and then his left.

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