Crossing Territories.

Leonard parked a few blocks away from Ryan's estate, the engine humming softly before cutting into silence. The street was quiet, except for the low buzz of mosquitoes and the occasional flicker of streetlights. It was almost midnight.

But he didn't stay. Not tonight. Not with the taste of Ryan's words still echoing in his skull.

He pulled his hoodie up and walked, hands in pockets, skimming shadows like a phantom, like a ghost. 

When he reached the outer perimeter of Ryan's house, he noticed the security detail, very lazy, careless. Most of the guards were slumped in their chairs, half-asleep or staring into their phones.

Leonard smirked.

With practiced ease, he jumped the fence, landing softly behind a row of trimmed bushes. The yard smelled of wet grass and overpriced perfume.

"He sprays the garden with perfume? Bastard." He rolled his eyes, appalled from the insanity, but he had a goal tonight.