Trigger: Day 8

Word Count: 48,018

Summary of Events:

Spencer's mother was getting things ready for an exceedingly extravagant party on the weekend in celebration of the nation's upcoming birthday; he considered the extravagance unnecessary. He got London to pick an abandoned house for him and send him the address to use on his letter. Mildly bored, he went to look up what the latest developments in the Billionaire Queen case were . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

The top story on the page was less than an hour old, and the headline proclaimed that State and Federal investigators were going to be getting involved in the case and coming to Kynaston to see it — and as many other cold cases as they could possibly help with — solved in an effort to reduce crime in Kynaston.

Thinking about what London had told him about the Billionaire Queen likely being a citizen-gone-rogue, he couldn’t help but feel like the State and Federal efforts were in vain.

He was sure that the State and Federal investigators — not necessarily even the police of Kynaston themselves, including those on the gang dole — had any clue just how bad crime in Kynaston was.

Although he — thanks in measure to London — had a better idea of how bad it was, he wasn’t even altogether sure he had any clue how bad crime was in Kynaston.

Looking over at the letter, he shifted his jaw. Now that it had a return address that wouldn’t connect it to him he probably ought to get that into the postal system as fast as possible.

He closed the browser without even looking at the article and took up the letter, his wallet, cell phone, and keys and headed out to the garage. Getting into his car, he drove across town — making sure to go around the downtown even though it was longer — until he reached the west side.

Finding a mail-receiving box along a residential street, he pulled alongside it, put his car in park, slid over and rolled down the passenger window, deposited the letter into the slot, returned to the driver’s seat, and continued down the street to the next intersection before working his way homeward. Seeing as he didn’t want the letter to have any connection to him he figured depositing it in a mailbox on the opposite side of town to where he was from would help keep people from making the connection, after all, he wanted this owl-inspired crimefighting persona to be something of a secret identity.

To the public he would be either Spencer Macek or . . . he wasn’t really sure what he was going to call his persona. He didn’t really want it to be a -man one, those were cliché in his mind — besides, he was pretty sure he’d heard of an Owl-man before anyways.

Name aside, he didn’t want to be known as Spencer Macek and or Spencer Macek, aka, it was Spencer Macek or. They knew him as one or the other, maybe even as both, but without knowing they knew him as both.

His identity as Spencer Macek was to be completely separate from his identity with the suit on. As far as everyone was concerned they were two different people.