He jumped out of the car and went in the house and left the door slightly ajar. He thought he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye on the left hand side of the house as he was about to enter but Dwayne couldn’t possibly have got ahead of him so he put it out of his mind. He needed to get ready fast.
He got out the plastic explosive he’d gotten with the rest of the gear and attached it to the door. He had been assured that it was just enough to knock anyone unconscious who came through the door and give them a concussion they would never forget. All he had to do was press the button on the detonator. The cost of a new door would be well worth it.
He took out his pistol and the knife he had grabbed from the kitchen and crouched down behind the sofa where he had an unobstructed view of the door. His heart was pounding. He took deep breaths and willed himself to be calm and slipped the knife into the back of his waistband.
He listened for the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway for what seemed like an eternity. When he heard the familiar sound of the El Camino a fresh terror gripped him and he squeezed the handle of the pistol hard.
Dwayne cut the engine in the street and rolled to a stop just short of the house. He stared hard and thought it through. The front door was standing slightly open. Why? His instincts told him something wasn’t right but he couldn’t imagine that they could know he had found them. Except that they had always been one step ahead of him. But he had paid good money to have the rats exterminated, so there shouldn’t be a problem. After all, they were still here. The station wagon was in the driveway.
Still, his gut told him this was not a straightforward situation. He decided to reconnoitre. He moved up to the house along the hedge on the right hand side and crouched down beneath a window. He got in position so that he could peek inside with minimal chance of being seen.
He could see the living room, part of the kitchen and the front door. It was the front door that gave him a big surprise. That was plastic explosive on the doorframe just above the handle and it had a detonator in it. He couldn’t believe it. The little bastard knew he was coming and had a nasty surprise waiting for him.
But where the hell was the bitch? For that matter, where was the kid? Hiding somewhere waiting for him. He looked again and decided behind the sofa was the most likely place. If the bastard had C4 then he must also have a gun and god only knew what else.
Well he hadn’t come this far to be denied. Nobody walked out on Dwayne Collins and lived to tell about it. It had been ten long years but it was time to settle the score. All thoughts about finishing them quick were gone now that he saw what had been planned for him. He was gonna make the little punk die slow, screaming in agony while his momma watched and begged him to stop. Then he would deal to her real sweet-like. It was gonna be biblical.
He moved around to the back of the house and approached the rear door. It was closed, and he needed to decide if the kid had the foresight to rig both doors. Probably not. He decided it was a risk he was willing to take. He put his hand on the knob and turned it gently. The door was not locked. A grin spread across his face as he pulled his .45 out the back of his waistband.
Tomorrow, Part 9 – The End