Hated knowing these idiots had put it there.
I lifted one finger.
Pointing toward the bed.
Now.
For once, she didn't argue.
Didn't debate.
Didn't tell me I was being overprotective.
She slid from the chair and moved exactly where I wanted her.
Good.
Outside, one of the men crouched beneath the window.
A gloved hand appeared.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Testing.
Trying to lift the screen.
The moron actually thought this was going to work.
My grip tightened.
The screen moved.
An inch.
Then another.
The second man whispered something.
Too quiet to hear.
Didn't matter.
I already knew who they were.
One was Gerald.
The other was about to make several poor life choices.
The screen came free.
The first man smiled.
I could see it through the glass.
That smile made my blood boil.
