Living On The Edge
Given the choice, Tanner Keane preferred darkness to light, and tonight was no exception. It had taken him forty-eight hours to find the woman and her kidnappers, but he'd waited another thirty-six before going to rescue her — just so he could learn about their schedule and then go in at night.
He liked the shadows, the silence, the fact that most people were asleep. Even those awake were on the low end of their energy cycle — although not his men. He made sure of that.
Tanner checked the time, then glanced back at the two-story house. After nearly two weeks of watching over the woman, the guards had grown sloppy and complacent. They patrolled the estate on a schedule now, instead of at random intervals. After so many days of quiet, they no longer expected trouble. All the better for him.
He reached for his night-vision binoculars and trained them on the second-story bedroom windows. The third one from the left had open drapes, which allowed him a view of the darkened room. A woman paced there — restless, worried, scared.
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