The front door was unlocked, just as he said it would be. Music echoed through the house. He hadn’t said where in it he’d be, but she knew his location. He’d be out by the pool. He always had to revel in his perceived power.
Through the foyer. Past the kitchen. She saw it. The wide chair, back to the house, a head visible atop it. A table she knew what was on in front of it. Back straight, she walked out to the chair, her stilettos clacking the stone slabs of the deck into submission.
She stopped behind the chair, well aware he’d known of her presence from the moment she’d entered the house.
“What’s the weapon for?” She hadn’t seen it, but she knew it was there. Now she glanced. Two guns. Glock and bullpup rifle. *Surprise, surprise*.