Chapter 4In the shadows, dressed in black from head to toe, a large, towering man watched through a pair of binoculars from the garden of a neighboring property. The only outside lights behind the ten-foot-high steel gate and the two-story adobe home it protected came from the pool. They cast a calm green projection along the side of the home.
Tucked behind the sprawling trunk of a mesquite tree, he slipped his eyes down to his watch, tapping its side to light up its hands. 3:41 a.m. He’s running late.
The street out front was filled with expended fireworks, liquor bottles, and other remnants of the weekend celebration. Most of it had come from the home’s residents and guests earlier that night, while a couple of armed guards in sunglasses kept a discreet eye on things. When you’re a man
