Roderick picked up the trio in the number three monitor that covered the master bedroom. A parade of sorts, they marched slowly into the room. The black guy came first, filled the doorway, and scanned the room. Careful. The massive pistol still in his hand, he looked like a sci-fi-movie prop. Dreadlock’s gaze hesitated on the trunk sitting on the floor in the far corner of the room. He’d come for the money. Rachel was next through the doorway, looking unsteady and unhappy. She held the ice pack against her forehead and braced herself momentarily on the door frame before completing her entrance. Austin, a few steps behind, carried an ice pack in one hand and a gun in the other. She wore a pissed-off, no-nonsense expression. Without hesitating, she moved past the other two, past the king-siz
