Today’s excerpt is from Pool
Of Blood, Book #3 of the Becker Trilogy. Hired killer, after missing
attempt to kill Michelle, goes back to his hideout to consider his
options…happy with the safety of his hideout.
Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
While Bob, Jim,
and Holly were changing into their black outfits, Richard Newton was doing the
same thing. After missing his shot, he
had driven straight back to one of the houses Hoyer had made available to him. He had garage door openers and keys to all
six of the foreclosed houses. All were
fully furnished, and all had large supplies of foodstuffs. He was only using two of the houses for the
time being, but would switch off, if the contract he’d accepted took too much
time to complete.
He was in deep
thought about the contract—and had been, since missing his first try at killing
Michelle Becker. After accepting the
contract and the down payment of one quarter of his fee, he had traveled to the
United States. His last two job-related
visits to his home country had proved profitable and successful. Successful to the point he had never even
been under suspicion for the two murders.
On this job,
however, he was having second thoughts.
When he had gotten the dossier on Michelle, he had noted with concern that
her husband was a retired Marine and Navy SEAL, who was also in the
detective/protection business. Newton
was, of course, quite aware of the reputation (well-earned) of how lethal SEALs
were. So even before he went in search
of the best place to take his shot from, he had driven down the two-lane
highway the Becker property abutted up to on its west side.
Now, after his
first effort had failed thanks—according to the news reports—to a local
policeman, he was considering making his next try from the area around their
home. The house he’d selected to spend
most of him time in was ideally located.
It was an expansive four-bedroom building on a large lot. His infrequent comings and goings were
unlikely to draw much attention, since there was only one other occupied house
on the same street. It—like the other
five houses available to him—already had the light attached to the garage door
opener unscrewed, so when he came in, or left, at night, no light shown from inside…except
for his headlights.
Another feature
of all six houses was front porch lights, set-up to turn on at dusk, and off at
dawn. Inside, the only lights showing as
being on were in the living room of each house.
There were night-lights plugged in and on in all other rooms and
hallways, but little light from those low-intensity bulbs showed through the
well-curtained windows of the buildings.
Henry Hoyer had planned carefully.
Richard Newton was thankful, and he had not turned on another light at
any time during his visits to the two houses he was using.
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