Chapter 48Like burglars stalking the site of a heist, Dave and Billy crouched low and furtively hustled from cover to cover. With Billy leading the way, they darted from the clump of hedges near the car to a tumble of lumber a few feet away; from there, they sprinted several yards to a pile of brick and cinder block.
After scurrying to a heap of tree limbs and rusted scrap metal, they paused. Squatting in the mud, they surveyed the terrain; there was no more decent cover between their position and the house, no junk piles large enough to conceal them.
As he waited for his partner to proceed, Dave shivered. The rain was still pouring, and the cold wind gusted steadily; he'd only been out of the car for a minute or two, and he was already soaked to the skin.
Not only was he drenched an
