Chapter 10 - The Unseen Observer
Twenty miles away, deep in the heavily wooded hills outside Weston, a sleek black sedan sat parked off the side of a private gravel access road, its headlights completely extinguished.
Inside the car, Victor Vance lowered his cell phone, his finger tapping thoughtfully against the leather steering wheel. He stared out through the rain-streaked windshield at the sprawling wrought-iron gates of our secluded estate up ahead, illuminated faintly by motion-sensor security lights.
His phone buzzed against the console. It was a text message from an unknown number.
Target secured in transit. Perimeter compromised as planned.
May you like
Victor smiled, a dark, venomous expression that twisted his features in the dim glow of the dashboard. He tapped out a brief reply.
Let them reach the house. That's when the real game begins.
