The assassin crept back through the woods, circling the long way around and crouching to watch the Apperton house activity. The kids were in and out of the house until lunch time and they settled down inside with the meal bars their mother had given them.
Tammy moved slowly in and opened the door to the Suburban, a key from her pocket unlocked the hidden vault installed in the floor and the rifle was slid in on the sheepskin padding.
It was too bad about Davis. He had been so transparent about the intentions he planned; that it was easy to skirt around and beat him at his own game.
Tammy smiled at her cleverness, some days were just better than others.
Davis was hurt bad. At the moment his only thought was to abandon the rifle, and get away from it's damming presence. With Pete shot, people might believe he had been an innocent victim by a unseen shooter if he played his cards right.