The Scavenger
I first saw the Scavenger in late autumn when the leaves were nearly gone. I was riding home on the bus one night after catching a movie with some acquaintances. As the bus grew empty, I became aware of someone sitting behind me. He was nondescript, well-dressed, thin and tall. Yet there was something chilling about the way he made notes in a slim black notebook he kept taking in and out of his coat pocket.
