Chapter 31
He heard the whine of the garage door motor and watched the door slide up and out of sight. A late-model Lincoln Town Car backed quickly out of the garage and down the driveway, not waiting for the garage door to close. With precise timing, the burglar did a quick roll and tuck under the door before it touched down on the concrete. The Town Car was already out of sight.
He went straight to and through the kitchen door and looked at the alarm panel. He was in luck—at least half the time the owner of the house didn’t bother to set the alarm, and tonight was one of those times. The guy usually stayed at the bar a couple of hours. Add to that the half hour travel time each way, and he had at least three hours to pick and choose the valuables he was after.