Chapter 13
Deputy Webster stared at the lighted dial of his watch. It was after midnight as he sat quietly along the edge of the woods, staring thoughtfully at the old farmhouse.
He couldn't take any chances that those F.B.I. agents would discover his plans and he couldn't take that chance. They risked causing unwanted attention to his small town, and he didn't like it.
He mulled over the best way to get control of the house and its occupants. That Leland guy was the threat and Webster didn't know what to expect. However, he knew better than to underestimate his foe. He'd done it once before and learned his lesson well.
The woman would be a different story as well as Annie and the others. Once he took out Leland, he felt the others would be child's play.
He raised his binoculars to view the house once more. There was smoke coming from the chimney, but all of the windows were dark. It was time, he thought with a sinister smirk.
"Scout it out, Gary," Webster nudged the man beside him, indicating the house. "Whatever you do, don't tip them off we're out here," he warned before watching the other man hurry away.
Barely able to follow his progress over the dark muddy terrain, Webster settled back to wait. Soon it will be over and everything will be back to normal, he reflected as a lone wolf howled in the distance.