Dan climbed up the fire escape to the second floor and then raised the window to let himself in. He waited just inside for Mike to join him. Now that they were inside, being quiet was a must.
From this point, he walked down the hallway to the door leading into his old apartment. He might have only been there for a couple of months, but he knew the layout well. If he was going to lose his mind and start mowing people down with a gun, he knew exactly which window he'd use. Strangely enough, it was the bedroom window. It gave the best vantage point.
Dan leaned close to Mike and whispered in his ear where he thought the shooter might be. Mike nodded and pulled out his phone. He relayed the information to the sheriff via text message. Gotta love modern technology.
Now they just had to wait for the go order.
Mike took up position on one side of the door. Dan pressed himself against the wall on the other side then drew his gun and waited, and the waiting was excruciating. He tried to take deep measured breaths, but it wasn't easy when his heart was pounding a hundred beats per second.
He felt as if all the answers to the hell Terry had been put through were moments away. It might not have been Will or Keith who was going after Terry, but Dan had no doubt the answers he wanted lay just beyond the thick wooden door.
When the door down the hallway opened and several men stepped out, Dan froze. It wasn't until they stepped into the light that he realized it was Nick and Marc. Happy and Jack must have stayed inside.
Dan was surprised how loudly they were talking. They'd be heard for sure. He glared hard at the two men, but they just continued talking about a dog and the fire escape. They also continued to talk right past Dan and Mike.
When the door cracked open, Dan suddenly understood their plan. He turned and kicked at the door as hard as he could. The second he heard a grunt and the door flew open, he barreled inside.
He spotted a rifle and the floor and immediately kicked it away, out of reach of the shooter, then turned his gun on the man lying on the floor. "Don't move, dirt—" Dan gasped as recognition set in. "Dad?"
