Chapter 3

As he polished off the remainder of his beverage, Keston considered his plans for the following day. He could sleep in, there was no reason to set an alarm clock and rush to shower and shave, find something for breakfast and brew coffee before dashing off to work. Heck, if he wanted, he was free to roll out of bed at noon.

But Keston knew better.

He was a morning person and he’d be up with the sun, likely out enjoying the crisp fall air as he went for a jog. Even just entertaining the thought sounded lovely. He tossed the empty can into the bin and shut off most of the lights before heading for the second floor. Halfway up the stairs he paused, backtracking to make sure he’d locked the front door.

With all the horror movies currently populating the theaters and the crimes playing out in the news, it never paid to be careless these days.