Chapter 12
Gordon and Charles had watched the house for over an hour but could make out nothing through the closed blinds. All the lights were on, every light in the house it seemed, and no one came out.
“I have to see her,” Gordon said.
“You have to be cool,” Charles countered. “It’s probably not her and you know it. Charity is the last person in the world we should expect to find in there, even if one of them is . . .”
“The killer?” Gordon finished for him.
“Yes,” Charles said. “Also very unlikely.” He reached down and pulled his gun from its ankle holster, opened the cylinder and checked the rounds. This wasn’t a good sign for Gordon. It meant Charles expected he might have to use it.
Satisfied, he closed the chamber again and reholstered it.
“Remember, be cool. Let me do
