Bedtime Story: Silver and Scotch – Night 26
Silver and Scotch
Copyright 2015 by Barbara Hinske
Blake checked his watch. He’d been in the house for almost thirty minutes. It was time to be on his way. He turned to the opening, then stopped abruptly. He’d almost forgotten to leave his calling card.
Blake crossed to the drinks tray that was set up under the bay window at the end of the room and surveyed the contents. He raised an eyebrow—this family had exquisite taste. He carefully opened the bottle of Glenfiddich and poured a generous portion into a cut crystal glass. He paused, wanting to take a taste of it himself, but knew that he couldn’t leave DNA evidence behind.
Blake squeezed himself through the French doors, hoisted the duffle to his shoulder, and disappeared through the hedge.