Ears trained for even the slightest sound; Orange moved to the side. Good thing the Aubrights hadn’t ever decided to get a watchdog. A vicious canine would have proved a deterrent from his nocturnal investigations, but as it stood, so long as the Aubrights didn’t hear him, he was safe.
A flower-lined walkway led around the side of the house and Orange followed it. He stopped at a wood fence to listen. If the couple was on the back porch, they might hear the door. But he heard nothing except the sound of his heart thudding in his chest, so Orange slowly engaged the latch. The door clicked open and he pushed forward. He closed it behind him, looking about in the blackness. A small yellow light illuminated the backyard of the Aubright property, which stretched out in a well-manicured lawn d
