Sitting in his car, thinking about what just happened, he began to feel a new dimension of anger. It first appeared and ebbed to nothing, and then he felt it again, like a scent that shifts in and out of perception in a changing breeze. Soon, it was there constantly, and its existence invited attention, and that attention itself gave it power to grow still more, feeding upon itself.
It wasn’t the simple anger of a person cheated and humiliated that wanes with the balm of repeated, halfhearted justification and the passage of time, but an anger vengeful and rapacious, incited by the vile act of a person to whom that anger vows destruction.
You will see me again, he thought, glaring at the building, speaking directly to one man within it. This would not end with his solar cell in the hands of one who had no right to its possession. Today is Friday, but in three days it will be Monday, and Monday will be Halpern’s undoing.