Bab 102: Chapter 103

Bradley Howard plucked the mail from his mailbox and slogged back to his house. He'd pulled a double shift at the hospital at the last minute and he was more than ready to be home. Although it was only late afternoon the winter dark was already stealing in. He wanted to get inside, build a fire in the fireplace, pour himself a drink.

One that he badly needed.

He'd been jumpy all day, chalking it up to lack of sleep. But when he got out of his car, he had the distinct feeling someone was watching him. A feeling he'd had off and on for the past few days. And when he pulled into his driveway out in the middle of nowhere the feeling had gotten stronger.

Ridiculous! If anyone was out here, you'd see them.

He tried to tell himself it was the news of Darrell Franklin's death that was affecting him. That he was seeing skulking killers behind every tree and bush. If he hadn't been keeping a secret, he might have settled for that.