Night Walker
Night descended. Traces of the day’s heat lingered to torment the residents of Hadfield despite a gentle breeze doing all it could to offer them some relief. The hum of air-conditioners filled the lamp-lit streets and living rooms were aglow with the blue light of televisions being watched in darkness. The hour was late. The dog-walkers and evening joggers had retired for the night, leaving the streets empty of all but a parked car here and there.
Tony opened his front door. His body was under the influence of adrenalin—heart racing, breathing heavy and muscles tensed and ready. He took a deep breath and pushed the security screen door open. The minute his bare foot touched the wooden planks of his front landing all the stresses of the day seemed to drain away. He smiled, en
