Promise Me by Harlan Coben

Author:Harlan Coben [Coben, Harlan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Crime Fiction, Hard-Boiled, Literature & Fiction, Mystery, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
ISBN: 9780451219244
Amazon: 1455807621
Publisher: Orion
Published: 2006-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Myron and Win met up three blocks away near an elementary school. A parked car here would be less conspicuous. Win was dressed in black, including a black skull cap that hid his blond locks. I didn't see an alarm system, Myron said . Win nodded. Alarms were minor nuisances anyway, not deal breakers. I'll be back in thirty minutes . He was. On the dot . The girl isn't inside the house. Two teachers live there. His name is Harry Davis. He teaches English at Livingston High School. His wife is Lois. She teaches at a middle school in Glen Rock. They have two daughters, college age, judging by the pictures and the fact that they weren't home . This can't be a coincidence . I put a GPS tracker on both cars. Davis also has a well-worn briefcase, stuffed with term papers and lesson plans. I put one on that too. You go home, get some sleep. I'll let you know when he wakes up and starts to move. I'll follow. And then we'll be on him . Myron crawled into bed. He figured sleep would never come to him. But it did. He slept deep until he heard a metallic click coming from downstairs . His father had been a light sleeper. In his youth, Myron would wake up at night and try to walk past his parents' room without stirring Dad. He had never made it. His father did not wake up slowly either . He woke with a start, like someone had poured ice water down his drawstring bottoms . So that was how it was when he heard the click. He shot up in the bed. The gun was on the night table. He grabbed it. His cell phone was there too. He hit Win's speed dial, the line that rang for Win to mute and eavesdrop . Myron sat very still and listened . The front door opened . Whoever it was, they were trying to keep quiet. Myron crept to the wall next to his bedroom door. He waited, listened some more. The intruder had gone through the front door. That was odd. The lock was old. It could be picked. But to be that silent about it just one quick click it meant whoever it was, or whoever they were, they were good . He waited . Footsteps . They were light. Myron pressed his back against the wall. The gun tightened in his hand. His leg ached from the bite. His head pounded. He tried to swim through it, tried to focus . He calculated the best place to stand. Pressed against the wall next to the door, where he was now that was good for listening, but it wouldn't be ideal, despite what you see in the movies, if someone entered his room. In the first place, if the guy was good, he'd be looking for that. In the second place, if there were more than one of them, jumping someone from behind the door would be the worst place to be.

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