Smitty drove around the block twice before pulling the car over to a curb and coming to a halt. It was going to be easier than he had anticipated. The house was at the end of the block. Surrounded on three sides by big shade trees would help in keeping him from being seen by any nosey neighbors. The backyard bordered on the edge of a creek which cut the residential block exactly in half. Where another street intersected the residential street, he knew he could park his car, slip down into the cover of the creek, and walk all the way up to the rear door of the house without being seen.
It took him all of five minutes.
Entering the house through the back door turned out to be ridiculously simple. Shocking, considering the fact the house belonged to a cop. Standing in the silent domicile Sm
