Chapter 14
As I got more movement and less pain in my shoulder, the Benz was becoming easier to drive, although without the automatic gearbox things would have been different. I pulled up in my target’s driveway and admired the neat borders and trimmed green lawns. I could see the little hothouse out the back and a section of a large thriving vegetable garden. Bob must pay to have water delivered – he couldn’t keep all this up on the two tanks he had, surely.
The front window curtains rippled so I knew someone was home. Hopefully it was Bob. I knocked hard on the front door, avoiding the oval stained glass panel. I didn’t want to put cracks through the enamelled kookaburra grinning at me with his big beak. After a few long moments, just as I was about to knock again, I heard footsteps co
