Chapter 27

“Stop it,” he chastised himself. “He’d have to climb the fence to get in and someone would see him. That’s not what he wants. Besides, he’s already done his thing for today.” He smiled grimly as he dumped charcoal into the grill and lit it. “Now tomorrow…”

That idea didn’t sit well, but Max knew it was a possibility. It was why, as much as he hated it, he carried the gun even when he was at home. I’m becoming the hero out of a thriller movie. Always ready for someone to strike without warning. Damn it, Tony, show your face and let’s get this over with.

He would have sworn he jumped a foot when Jack called out from the back door, “We’re home.”

“And scaring the living daylights out of me,” Max said, putting the lid on the grill before joining him. “How was your day?”

“Same old same old. Rehearsals are going well, which is the most important thing.”

“Did you tell Karen we’re all going to the movies Saturday night?”

“Yep. She’s fine with our choice.”