Chapter Twenty-eight
That’s the house. John knew it. Just as he knew he’d better be careful approaching. Charli might mistake him for a bad guy. He grinned at the foolishness of his thought.
Hold it! What if his whole premise had been wrong and Charli wasn’t even there. Best he find out before he went messing around and some stranger didn’t like his questions.
Once he paid the boat driver, he’d take a taxi one street over and wait until it got dark. But first, he’d buy some of those binoculars like the ones he had at home; small, powerful ones like those he used when they went to the theatre.
If he could approach from the beach without anyone seeing him, he might be able to zoom into a window and recognize his girl before ringing the doorbell.
If she didn’t show, he’d bring flowers the next day and pretend he was a delivery man. Hell, he’d seen enough cop shows to know that worked for them.
Later that night, following his plan, he found himself on the beach not far from the property he’d located. Crouching, which wasn’t easy at his age, he managed to work his way around the property until he’d positioned himself behind a flowering bush that hid him well.
The overpowering scent kept his mind occupied and had him searching his memory for the name of the beautiful orchid-like pink flower. Busy, he didn’t notice the man who’d stopped at a vehicle on the street until he approached the house and let himself in with some kind of burglary tools.
Shit! What the hell had he gotten himself into? Breathing heavily, he rose to warn his baby but stopped when he saw the woman who’d fallen asleep on the sofa rise.