CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
He'd been watching these ones for a while, like a farmer tending fruit, waiting for it to ripen. And now they had.
He sat in his car, staring up at the small duplex at the end of the cul-de-sac. Figures moved across the windows, shadows flashing against the lights peering into the late afternoon. Morning, evening, night—he didn't care. Daylight didn't scare him. The eyes of others didn't alarm him. He would get what he wanted with or without witnesses.
And so far, everything had gone so smoothly.
This time, though, he was facing an entirely new challenge. Two protagonists instead of one. Double the price, double the trouble, double the reward. He had big plans for this one... The first tales had been short stories, but this would be his magnum opus. It required particu
