CHAPTER ONE
3 A.M. Loose gravel on the street crunched beneath the heavyset Hayes' feet. He could make noise in a blizzard, Joshua thought, but now Joshua wore a small smile as he shook his head and, palms facing down, motioned to his partner to walk softly. Joshua was either getting use to Steven Hayes or, more likely, charged by the thrill of the crime he was about to commit. Leading the way, Joshua, looking younger than his 26 years (even considering four-and-a-half of them spent in jail) his frame slim with muscles like rope knots, moved silently up the driveway into the backyard and passed the sunroom. It was then he first saw Dr. Petit asleep on the couch in the enclosed porch. Joshua stood there motionless at the edge of complete darkness in the yard. A soft light was coming from inside the room. Hayes stood behind Joshua, anxiously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "What are we waiting for?" Hayes said as softly as he could, but his words were nearly frantic. Joshua didn't so much as twitch. It was as if he was listening to something that only he could hear. Finally, after what must have seemed like forever to his partner, Joshua pulled a knit ski hat, with slits cut out for eyeholes, over his head. Then he turned to Hayes, "I'll let you in," he whispered.
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