Uninvited Guests: Part Three

Assault

CB sits in Martin’s easy chair, smoking and waiting. All the lights in the house are off. All the curtains are drawn, the blinds are closed, and the house, for the moment, is silent.

He clenches and unclenches his right fist, forcing his arm to limber up. It wants to hurt. Now is not the time.

He sits up slightly as he hears the sound of a vehicle slow, then come to a stop a few houses down. Then he hears it again, and then a third time. CB gets up, walks to the front door, then peers th...