For about 30 minutes we have women getting murdered by a fellow who shows up at their door and tells them he's there to deliver on a promise. What promise, they ask? "To kill you," he says dourly. Then, bang! Neither killer nor victim verbally shed any specifics on why this is happening until we're well into the story. And one intended victim who predicts her fate (but of course, doesn't know why) goes back and forth from being nervous to joking around. It helped fill the time during a 2.25 mile walk this morning.