I shoved the gun into his face and pulled the trigger. Such a tiny action, almost areflex. A second later, he was dead, just blown away. I could do pretty much whatever Iwanted to now.

So I walked around to the passenger side, climbed inside the car, and waited foryou. Nice, nice car. So plush and comfortable, with leather, soft lighting, a bar and smallrefrigerator stocked with all your favorites. Twix bars, Antonia? Shame, shame.

In a way, it was too bad you came out of the house so soon. I liked being in yourlimo. The quiet time, the luxury. In those few minutes, I could see why you would wantto be who you are. Or at least, who you were.

My heart is beating faster just writing this, remembering the moment.

You stood outside the car for a second before you opened the door for yourself.

Dressed down, without makeup, yet still breathtaking. You couldn't see me or the deaddriver through the one-way glass. But I could see you. That's how it's been all week,Antonia. I've been right there and you've never noticed me.

What an incredible moment this was for me! Me, inside your car. You, outside, ina tweed jacket that made you look very Irish and down-to-earth.

When you got in, I immediately locked the doors and put down the partition. Yougot this amazing look on your face the second you saw me. I'd seen that same look before- in your movies, when you pretended to be afraid.

What you probably didn't realize was that I was just a scared as you. My wholebody was quivering. My teeth were hitting together. That's why I shot you before eitherof us could say anything.

The moment went by way too fast, but I had planned on that. That's what theknife was for. I just hope it isn't your children who find you. But I wouldn't want themto see that way. All they need to know is that Mommy is gone, and she's not comingback.