Chapter 60
Colt in hand, I slowly moved to the bedroom door and walked out into the hallway. Boards creaked behind me. I swiftly spun around at the sound and pointed the barrel of the .45 at the pool boy’s chest, near his heart. “Jesus Christ,” I whispered.
He stood directly behind me in nothing more than a pair of Boxer Joe’s. He looked pale and shocked, drew his arms above his head in surrender. Panic covered his face and he murmured in a whisper, “What the fuck, Robert? Are you going to shoot me?”
With both hands still on the Colt, I lowered the muzzle from the boy’s chiseled and bare chest and pointed it at the floor. “There’s someone in the house. I’ve already called the police.”
He lowered his arms and followed me down the hallway to the top of the stairs where clattering echoed.
Once there, he whispered, “Who is it?”
“How the hell should I know? A burglar, of course.”