Chapter 47
The irregular clicking on the computer keyboard punctuated the unexpected silence in the beach house as Tara continued her search while Myles and Charles were gone. Distracted by the new information she was uncovering, she failed to notice the streak of color flash past the window behind her.
Her brow furrowed in concentration, she tried to relax against the cushions. However, for some reason the couch felt very different now and Tara couldn't get comfortable. Her shoulder ached as she shifted restlessly, the incision from her chest tube sore.
I need to ask Myles for some more pain medication when he gets back, she decided, glancing in the direction the men had disappeared. Suddenly stilling, an uneasy feeling settling over her, Tara scanned the room with well-trained eyes, wondering what had caused her to tense. Nothing seemed different, she thought, carefully watching.
Tara could hear the old novelty cat clock ticking away the time from the other room. Straining, she listened for sounds from the other areas of the house to see if she could tell where Myles and Charles were.
"OH!" She jumped when the air conditioner clicked on, settling into a steady hum as it cooled the room. "Now you're getting paranoid," Tara murmured to herself quietly, rubbing her shoulder lightly.
Closing her eyes, Tara took a deep breath and released it slowly as she tried to calm her erratic heartbeat. You're letting all this spook you, and it's probably nothing, she tried to assure herself as she opened her eyes again.
Out of the corner of her eye, Tara saw something through the glass doors on the porch and jerked her head left. Pain shot through her shoulder at the sudden movement, but by the time she turned, nothing was there. She wasn't comforted though as she was sure that something had been there watching her.
Her good hand searched for the gun she'd stashed between the cushions while her eyes darted back and forth looking for any more movement. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her shoulder throbbing as she prayed for Myles to return soon.
Just as her fingertips felt the cold metal of the gun, Tara heard the distinctive click of a gun hammer clicking into place. Turning, her eyes traveled down the black barrel of a 9mm to the vacant face of the man they'd all been looking for.
"Genn Kelly."