Chapter 2

Deciding he’d go out the kitchen door to the backyard, he closed the closet and turned just as movement in the front yard caught his eye. There was a small, narrow, uncovered window next to the door. Conrad peeked through the glass but couldn’t make out anything. His imagination probably. The storm just playing tricks on him.

Blowing out a breath, he turned back to leave the hall when he caught the movement again.

“Fuck.” He eyed the closet and opened the door, searching quickly for some sort of weapon. Conrad had no idea what was out there, but he wouldn’t relax until he investigated it. His hand closed around the handle of a tennis racket. He never used the damn thing to play tennis, so he may as well get some use out of it.