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A hand reached for the window.
Slowly lifting it.
Three inches.
Four.
Five.
The opening widened.
The man started climbing inside.
I waited.
Waited.
Waited.
Then—
"Evening."
The man froze.
Halfway through the window.
One leg inside.
One leg outside.
His eyes lifted.
Met mine.
And every bit of color vanished from his face.
Gerald.
For one glorious second, he looked absolutely terrified.
Good.
The feeling was mutual.
Behind him, Darren immediately backed away from the house.
Smartest thing he'd done all night.
Unfortunately.
Not fast enough.
Floodlights exploded across the yard.
Blinding white light.
Every direction.
