TABLE OF CONTENTS The days were getting cooler, even in this small, dry Mexican town. Jimmy stared out the cracked window of his small hotel room at the night sky. His appearance had changed drastically over the last two months. He had let his black hair grow longer, and it now hung down just above his shoulders. A dark beard now covered his young face. He kept it trim and clean, but it made him look more like the locals. The fact that all the residents of the small hotel had to share a shower room meant that Jimmy was much less clean than he preferred now, but he forgave the small inconveniences in life because he was able to work on his plan in peace and safety.
The local population took no notice of Jimmy now as he walked down the dirty streets. He had become one of them. It reminded him of the way he had become a part of the American culture, but he held no hatred toward these poor people. They were all doomed to hell unless they found the truth, but they meant him no harm, and he respected that. His reflection in the thin glass of the window stared back at him. He barely recognized the man who looked back at him.
The cold winter sky was clear tonight. Bright pinholes of light glowed brightly against the pitch-black background. He knew that Allah was up there somewhere, watching his every movement, measuring his worth...
