Chapter 8
Josh drove through the maze of roads in the condo complex three times before he located the section he thought Reggie’s unit was in. He checked the time—almost three A.M. Good. He had every intention of disturbing the bastard’s sleep. After another ten minutes of searching mailboxes by flashlight, he found his target’s name: R. Pendleton.
Ringing the doorbell, he heard a muted, musical tinkling from inside the condo. He frowned. That wouldn’t do. He needed to convey his summons with clarity. So he pounded on the door with the end of the heavy metal flashlight. Much better. Just one of the harsh, hard clangs should have been enough to jerk the man out of bed. But Josh kept up the vigorous knocking, letting it bleed out the tension and fear the night had left churning in him.
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