Chapter Thirty-Five
Trent fingered the rope in his coat pocket for the umpteenth time. He’d been standing behind the shed in Dr Bryant’s backyard for nearly an hour, waiting for her to arrive home from work.
After observing Dr Bryant’s movements for three weeks, he’d realized she was working a regular eight to four shift, Monday to Friday, with weekends off.
He’d watched her house. Most days she was alone in the house between four thirty, when a taxi dropped her off, and six, when the man she lived with arrived home from work, except for the days when a teenage schoolgirl let herself into the house at four in the afternoon.
Although he’d struggled with lustful thoughts about what he’d like to do to the schoolgirl, Helen had reminded him she wasn’t on the list, and he’d resolved to comp
