Chapter 11

When he stepped into the middle of it, the peace he’d been searching for all day fell over him like a wave of warm seawater.

Two agonizing moments later, there was no man left standing in the bedroom, but the plastic sheet was spattered with a multitude of chunks from that man’s form—hair, skin, teeth. Bright yellow eyes surveyed the open window, four strong legs leaped to pull him through the frame, and heavy paws landed almost soundlessly on the roof of the covered deck. The roofline extended to the townhouses that sat to the right of the Connors’, and a tall tree stood to the left. Lyle didn’t need either. The paws he’d landed on had no trouble carrying him from roof to ground without incident.2: On the Other Side of the Fence