Destroyer (Rewinder #2) by Brett Battles

Author:Brett Battles [Battles, Brett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-10T16:00:00+00:00

We find a spot next to several tall bushes from where we can see the house, but won’t be noticed by any neighbors.

It’s well after midnight when the lights in Kane’s house start going out one by one. The lamp in the master bedroom winks off last. We give it another forty minutes before we cross the road and head back up the steps to the front yard.

Though my instinct is to avoid the front of the house altogether, we can’t chance missing an opportunity to get inside. Very quietly, I approach the front door and try the knob. Locked.

I try the windows, but none moves more than a fraction of an inch, so we head around the same side of the house where Iffy found me, and try the ones there. While neither opens, I do see through the last one that the two chasers are still on the table.

We move around the corner and work our way slowly across the back of the house, checking more windows. As much as I’d rather do this quietly, if it comes down to it—and I’m starting to think it might—I can smash through a window, grab the chasers, and get out of there before anyone inside can react.

I almost feel foolish when I ease open the screen door covering the rear entrance, and reach for the knob. I’m under no illusion that it’ll be unlocked, but then the knob twists in my hand. When it stops moving, I give the door a gentle inward push, sure that there will be a bolt or a chain holding it in place, but it slips from the jamb and swings into the house.

I glance back at Iffy and see that she’s as surprised as I am. I then push the door until it’s wide enough for us to enter. After I step inside. I pause, listening for any noise that might indicate we’ve been detected, but there’s not even a creak.

I motion for Iffy to follow me. My plan now is that as soon as I get the devices, I’ll input new jump parameters into mine and we’ll leave from right there in the kitchen.

The screen door is on a spring so that it will automatically close. Iffy eases it back into place so that it doesn’t slam, and then we step over to the table. It’s too dark for me to see any of the wear and tear marks that would tell me which box is mine, so I reach down to pick them both up.

Before I can even touch them, though, a female voice from the corner of the room whispers, “I wouldn’t if I were you. You’ll never get it open in time.”

From the hallway steps a giant of a man. He’s at least another half foot taller than me, with the girth to match. Even in the dim light, I can see his face is hard and unsmiling.

I glance at the boxes again, quickly calculating whether I can grab them and escape out the back before the man can get to me.

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