Avenged: an Amber Monroe Crime Thriller, #2 by C.M. Sutter

Author:C.M. Sutter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: C.M. Sutter
Published: 2018-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 31

The situation couldn’t have been better. Nobody in their right mind would be outside in that downpour. It gave Keith complete anonymity. Any kind of visibility beyond a foot ahead was next to impossible. He parked at the end of the block and grabbed the black plastic case from the backseat. He walked at a quickened pace, his head down and hood pulled up. When he got to the side yard, he reached over the gate and lifted the latch. Keith pushed the gate forward, entered the backyard, then closed it behind him. He wiped the rain from his face and squinted as he continued on.

His earlier research showed that Stan Kingsley worked until five thirty every day. Eleven years earlier, Stan had been a patrol deputy with the sheriff’s office when he testified at Kevin’s trial. These days, he was nothing more than a ten-dollar-an-hour unarmed security guard at the mall. His occupation was of no concern to Keith. The fact that Stan would be dead soon was the only thing that mattered, and Keith had the perfect plan in mind. Holman Correctional Facility’s ominous nickname, slaughterhouse, came to mind when Keith planned Stan’s fate. That term suited the security guard just fine.

The soggy ground squished under his feet as Keith slinked along the six-foot-wide pathway. He peeked around the left corner when he reached the back of the house. The fenced yard was barren of anything that represented pride in ownership.

What a shithole.

There wasn’t a single flowerpot or piece of yard furniture, only dead grass, weeds, and a three-by-five-foot cement slab at the bottom of the patio doors. Keith pressed his nose against the glass and tried to get a layout of the floor plan. The darkened house and sheets of rain running down the slider made it difficult to see anything. He followed along the back wall until he came to a frosted window. It had to be a bathroom. He pushed up on the casement window, and to his surprise, it hadn’t been latched yet for winter. Keith pushed in the screen, lowered his case to the toilet, and hopped up. He pulled his upper body through. The landing would be awkward, going in headfirst, but he’d manage. Keith grabbed the sink faucet and held on as he wiggled his legs through. He was in the house, and that was what counted.

Inside, Keith undressed down to his boxer shorts and T-shirt, then he tossed his wet pants, socks, and shoes in the tub. He looked out the door and turned right at the hallway. Two rooms were on his right and one on his left. He crossed the hall and entered the room on the left. With that room facing the street, it was too dangerous to turn on a light. He enabled the flashlight on his cell phone. It looked to be the master bedroom although sparsely decorated and in complete disarray.

No surprise there. The guy doesn’t seem to care about appearances.

Keith opened the first dresser drawer and looked in—socks.

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