It had been a day like all the rest: Jack, scurrying from pillar to post, burgling, just before midnight finally keying the lock to his own front door. Mon was out with Randy, ready for whatever he might have in mind, and Jack figured he’d hit the hay when it hit him.
Not the hay. The difference.
In his place.
He stood stock-still in the middle of the living room. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the change, but all of a sudden he was positive somebody had been in there.
“What the — ?”
He stood there, surveilling the joint, like his apartment was one of those ghost villages in ‘Nam. Didn’t move a muscle. Jack, his eyes doing all the work. This was different from the time they’d come in while he was sleeping, the time that had wound up hooking him up with Mon. He went back to the fr
