CHAPTER SIX
Steve took his pistol from the nightstand and put it under his pillow. Given Rocky’s welcome, he doubted the prowler would try the same tactic. However, if he was targeting Steve, and it wasn’t a simple burglary, the game wasn’t over. His thoughts drifted to memories of war, of enemy soldiers hiding behind buildings and convoys attacked by “civilians”. He’d come home to escape defensive living and dreams that sent his heart pounding. Extensive self-defense training would not save him if someone wanted him badly enough.
When he couldn’t get back to sleep, he rose and trod to the living room. He clicked on the lamp beside his caramel-colored sofa. Though the curtains were drawn, he couldn’t escape the feeling of being watched.
He sat on the couch and wondered if the convenienc
