AWAKE TO FEAR,
by Robert Camp
BENJAMIN CONDOS finally fell asleep, unaware of what the next few hours would bring. The steamy August night blanketed his slumbering body in a humid mass of heavy air. Angela, his wife of twenty-seven, tossed fitfully, and then was still. Ben, lean and athletic at thirty-five, stirred slightly and slept on.
In the rear of the sprawling, rejuvenated farm-house, Bruno Garth gripped the moist butt of the Luger in his right hand as he raised the window screen with infinite care. Tensely, he waited for some sign that he had been heard. Seconds ticked by, and then he swiftly eased his stocky body over the window sill and crouched behind a convenient chair. Satisfied that his entry was still undetected, he carefully crossed the inky-black den—and after a momentar
