She had fallen asleep again. In his experience, hours of terror would do that. After a while the body became completely exhausted and simply shut down.
He would let her rest. He needed to rest himself. In a few hours he would find a new and terrifying way to wake her, and they would begin again.
His watch pulsed. He looked down to see a red dot flashing on the display. It was likely a false alarm, but it always paid to check.
Hurrying out of the room, he grabbed a bath robe and quickly put it on. He peeled off the mask and climbed the stairs where he could hear the alarm.
Walking into the small cupboard he’d converted into a security monitoring room, he switched on the main display. A sensor had been triggered, probably by a coyote or a jackrabbit. He didn’t have any visitors scheduled, and the staff were still on a paid break.
He tapped the screen of the main display and looked at the various camera feeds outside the property. At first, he couldn’t see anything out of place. Then he saw it, a car rolling slowly up to the gates.
Checking to make sure the gates were closed, he switched back to the feed where the car had been. It was still moving towards the front gate. There was a man driving and what looked like two other men in the back.
The car stopped short of the gate and the driver got out. He skirted around the gate and started to walk around the wall, looking up, scoping it out, like he was casing the place before he tried to rob it. Only something told him that this man wasn’t here to commit robbery.
The Freak had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling. He walked out of the cupboard and headed for the gun safe.