Joey leaned back on his hands, staring up at the darkening sky. “He won’t come marching up to the door.”
“No shit. He won’t even come up the lane unless he’s totally lost his mind.”
“But we have to lure him to where we want him.” Joey sat up as something occurred to him. “I’m calling in sick until this is over.”
Glenn laughed. “That was my plan originally, only it was your mom who was going to be sick so you had to take over for her.”
“Dumb plan.”
“It would have worked.”
“As if. I’m not stupid. Man in town hunting for you, mom ‘conveniently’ getting sick, I’d have figured it out before the words got out of her mouth.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Definitely.”
‘Well I had to try, being me.”
Joey shook his head. “Next time… Don’t.”
“Hopefully there won’t be a next time, but just in case I think I know better now.”
“Fast learner, I like that.”
“Smart ass.” Glenn grinned, then sobered. Picking up a stick he began drawing the outline of the house in the dirt, added a wriggly line to represent the trees surrounding it, and another for the lane. “The house itself is well protected, the perimeter, not so much.”
“And there’s no time to change that.”
“So we use it to our advantage.”
“How?”
“We make it look as if one of the perimeter motion-sensors has bitten the dust, one which will lead him in where we want him.”
“Come on, won’t he suspect it’s a trap of some kind?”
“That’s the beauty of it, he will. And if he’s anything like me he’ll go to the other side, as far away from it as possible, disable a sensor and make his way to the house from there.”
“Big ‘if’ you know.”
“Of course, but we have to figure he thinks the way a halfway decent hitman should. I know I keep calling him stupid but he can’t be as dumb as he’s seemed so far. No one would send an idiot after me.”
Joey smiled a bit at the ego behind that statement but he knew it was the truth nonetheless. Still… “We don’t know who sent him, an ex-rival or some who hates you for killing a family member.”
“It can’t be the latter. There’s no way they could know it was me.”
“You found the ones who killed your parents.”
“That was different, I had connections.”
“Glenn,” Joey growled, “if you did, someone else could too so don’t discount what I said out of hand.” He rubbed his fingers over his forehead. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that to sound the way it did.”
“Not a problem.” Glenn went back to the diagram he’d drawn in the dirt. “We’re better off getting him to come this way. I’ll have a clearer shot from the roof.”
“The roof?”
“Yeah, where else?”
“You’re just going to take him out without finding out who sent him?”
“What, you want me to capture and torture him? Because that’s the only way he’d give me that information.”
“Well… no.” Joey chewed his lip, turning away from the tight anger in Glenn’s voice. He heard a sigh then Glenn’s arms went around him.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have barked at you.”
Joey leaned into his hold. “We’re both tense.”
“It’s still no reason…”
“Shush.” Joey made certain he did by kissing him. “You’re forgiven. Maybe we should leave here though? It’s almost dark.”
“Good idea.” Glenn stood, pulling Joey up after him. “We’ll finish our plans when we get home.”
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