Chapter Twelve
When I heard the alarm pinging, I ran into the security room to check the monitors. Only the screen for the driveway camera was lit up. Sloan and Manny came up beside me to look over my shoulder. They both had pistols in their hands.
There were heavier weapons in a gun safe in the closet. Only Sloan knew the pin number that would open it. I considered that a flaw in our defense plan, but Sloan didn’t trust either one of us enough to share his little secret.
“Who the hell is she?” asked Manny.
“She looks like she could be a tourist,” said Sloan. “Maybe she just needs directions.”
The woman coming up the driveway wasn’t trying to be stealthy about it, and she didn’t seem to be in any hurry. If this was a one woman assault force, she seemed badly miscast.
Manny had delive
