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Williard House

MONDAY, 3 A.M.

Eve and Rule Shaker crept through the woods to the back of the property. It was near freezing, the wind whipping through the trees. The coats they wore weren’t warm enough, but Eve discovered rage was more bitter than the wind. Her father’s face was set, his eyes hard. She knew he wanted to kill Rich. She did, too. Under cover of the thick copse of oak and gum trees they watched a single guard patrolling, bundled up to his ears in a black coat, black watch cap, and black gloves, an AR-15 held at his side.

Eve whispered, “I doubt Rich has thugs on his Rolodex and whatever happened here, he had to move fast. He’s got to be the only guard outside. I can’t imagine he’s got an army of guards inside, either.”

It was nearly three in the morning, only a sliver of moon. Rule felt a vibration in his pants pocket, dug out his cell phone. “A text from Mason. They’re twenty minutes behind us, he wants us to wait.” Rule quickly texted back, slipped his cell back into his pocket.

“Are we waiting?”

“No.”

“Good. Follow me, Dad, we’re going through an emergency exit out of the basement. It’s hidden on the inside behind a pool cue cabinet. On the outside, it’s covered with a huge bush.”

He nodded. “First we take down the guard.”

Four minutes later, Eve slipped her derringer back into her jacket pocket and held the guard’s AR-15 at her side. “Now, I’m ready.”

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