Tuck woke to a dark room. He kept his breathing steady as he tried to figure out what woke him. It took him a moment for the noise that had startled him awake to come again.
A scraping sound came from the window. He eased away from London, slid out of bed, picked up his .45 from the nightstand and silently pulled it from the holster as he made his way to the window. With his back against the wall, he looked from the side of the curtain to see if he could spot what was making the noise. He didn’t want to tip anyone off by moving the curtain if he didn’t have to. At first, he saw nothing. He stood a moment unmoving as he waited to hear the noise again.
It took almost a minute before it came again. He almost missed it, but his scanning eyes caught a hint of movement. Tension flowed out of h
