I have seen the face of Evil, He is in the neighbourhood.

There was once a man who lived near others.  Whenever he met his neighbors he would smile in a tight lipped manner, a grimace or maybe a smirk that meant he was fooling the world.  And he liked it much.  His eyes were almost always behind sunglasses, and there has been much rain, but he still wore them.

He seemed to be very busy, many people coming and going, but none stayed to visit.  The visitors always parked their vehicles near the garage, the man with the shaven would appear immediately after their arrival, like he was waiting for them. 

The visitors were not guests, they were there to buy and the man always was ready to sell.

The local gendarme would visit in varying degrees of regularity, but even when they knocked and rang his doorbell, he did not answer, if he was home and often he was.  I think the man thought that the gendarme were vampires, he never opened the door so he would never have to invite them in or worse.

Sometimes it was machinery, all kinds, sometimes it was things moved in and out only after the night sky absorbed the light which would have shed a light on the dishonesty there.

There was once man who parked his vehicle at a coffee shop just down the road, he had many friends, there were days when business was quiet, oh not the coffee shop, his business he ran out of his truck with his cell phone and circle of family and friends.   Much laughter and joviality goes on they do enjoy their all day coffee breaks.

 

The gendarme thought he was involved in the drug industry, maybe that was a side, but they did not know what he really did.  Very few people did and if you did you were involved.  Maybe it was precious metals, like copper wire… just an example, or better a possibility.

He had people coming and going too.  You never saw very much actual “business” a lot of coffee and tobacco, many people sat in the back of his SUV, young girls and women, mostly.  Young men and older men would hang out and talk at his driver side window like some fast food takeout joint.   They might wait their turn at the front bumper passenger side, patiently, like it was worth their life to just wait.

The gendarme had noticed too, the bearded man spent much time both inside and outside, he had his granddaughter and son there too.  He was well connected, the most casual CEO, with a thriving corporation, or maybe a thieving corporate body followers.  All ages welcome!

There was a theory that this man knew the other man, but if that was wrong they were affiliated by crime and evildoing.  Never met and in the same line of work ruining lives for personal gain.  Stolen property was the crime, tormenting souls their real expertise, but if you asked either of them, they would say “Nah, just all in a days’ work” meaning night or day, whenever their victims were most vulnerable.