The Watcher looked at his watch. 12.45. The band had by now finished their first session and Sarah and Carl were sitting at a table with the other man. He was smaller than Carl and the Watcher felt nothing for him. He had his main cast now, there was no room for a supporting role, not tonight anyway. Drinks flowed, the white man seemed to have an endless supply of money. Another girl joined them. The white man, unnamed, as the Watcher could not think clearly, kissed her after every sentence. The Watcher did not have time for them and wished that they would go. He had his target and they were in the way. Carl and Sarah sat closely, his arm around her shoulders, his hand gently caressing the her arm. Occasionally he moved his hand to the top of her neck and his long fingers circled the naked flesh, fingering the cleavage as a hunter would its target its prey. .....