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he’s done to other young girls.
    It was my lucky day I suppose because after only twenty minutes of staking out his house, he emerged from the front door. His face was old and hardened. I’m sure from his stint in prison but he was in shape. He wasn’t a feeble old man. He had time to hit the weights in prison. I could see that much. That didn’t matter to me. I would put that old pervert on his ass.
    Jimmy had all his hair but was completely gray. He was dressed like any old man. It was s disguise to look normal, less threatening, less menacing. I could see through it. I wasn’t fooled into thinking he was reformed. There was something deeply disturbed about a man who was attracted to little girls.
    The sexual deviant was sick in the head. There was no cure for that kind of sickness. Jimmy hobbled his ass down the porch steps and down the cracked cement walkway. He went out the front chain length fence and started walking east down the sidewalk.
    I thought about following him on foot but it was clear I didn’t fit in this rundown neighborhood. I would have stood out like a sore thumb. My clothes were sporty but they looked too new. The common folks around here looked tired and worn out. Their clothes looked the same. Not a diss just a realistic observation.
    I waited a few seconds and cranked up the old Maxima. A Range Rover in this neighborhood would stick out like a sore thumb. I made a U-turn in the middle of the street. I had to see where this bastard was headed. Uncle Jimmy never looked back. He seemed to be on a mission. After following him for eight blocks, it was clear he walked all this way to gawk at the children playing in the school yard. It must be recess. Jimmy thought he was clever. He pretended to just be taking a leisure stroll but he slowed down when he got the sidewalk attached to the school. He also crossed the street to be on the same side as the elementary school. He did this for no apparent reason that I could see. There was absolutely nothing on that side of the street but the school.
    Motherfucker! This is not going to work. I can’t watch shit like this. My heart rate sped up and I got agitated beyond beli ef. I wondered if I would feel this way if I didn’t have a daughter of my own.
    I’m no expert but it seemed like this old dog was up to his same old tricks. I cannot allow another little girl to get hurt. I know I’m not the law. I’m no vigilante but this was beyond my scope of reasoning.
    My mind was routed with ways to cause this sexual deviant pain. I made sure that Uncle Jimmy found his way back home without committing any crimes or harming anyone. I could sleep okay tonight.
    Tess was safe and sound in a mental health facility that Connie picked. We both visited with Tess e very day that we were allowed. Tess had a long way to go. But I was hopeful that she would recover. This time the doctors were aware of her childhood trauma. I didn’t know she wasn’t even sharing her past sexual assault details with her psychiatrist. That was the bad thing about Tess. She was secretive and ashamed of things that she shouldn’t be ashamed of. Tess had three more weeks in the hospital.
    I was not acting like a sane man myself. I was watching Jimmy Cooper like it was my job. I was like this robot that couldn’t stop. I followed him to Tess’ parents’ house. I followed him to a park where he watched children play. I watched him peruse the local Wal-Mart. I was obsessed with him. I hadn’t caught him doing anything but I knew he would. I would bet my business that he would rape again. I sat in the shadows and wondered if he ever killed a child. I mean some people commit murder and get away with it. Killing a child would have to be one of the easiest things to get away with. Who the hell killed Jon Benet Ramsey?
    I had tw o separate lives, one where I was a normal guy and the other where I hunted a child rapist. Jimmy had never touched a kid from what I could tell but I caught him