CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The Sentinel sat in a darkened room with only the desk lamp and computer monitors to illuminate the apartment. The Sentinel had to hold up the illusion nobody was there. The family would be away on vacation for at least another week.
The Sentinel had set up a smaller room with no view from the busy street below. This way, the rest of the house could remain with open curtains. Of course, the noise neighbour from across the road would spot anything amiss. But that was just one of the things The Sentinel had considered when doing recon on the apartment.
The monitors showed the apartment of the dark-haired man and his expensive lifestyle. He hadn't left his abode for hours.
The Sentinel picked up a bottle of water and took a mouthful. Staring at monitors for a length of
