Arthur’s hideaway sat on a moderately sized compound. A steel-grilled gate at the front protected it from intruders. Anyone really determined to break into the place, however, wouldn't have a hard time jumping over it since it was one of those modern affairs–placed more for aesthetic purposes rather than safety. If one looked closely, though, a small break in the concrete wall, partly covered by a smattering of foliage at the side, would make jumping over the fence unnecessary. Clearly, Arthur wasn’t really very conscious about security.
The waning half-moon lent illumination to the dim surroundings enabling the two men crossing from the dirt road to the compound to make their way with ease. The lone house was dark and looked abandoned, yet the SUV parked in the carport gave its true cond
