Ron’s POV
Goddess, why are these mutts up so late? I was getting tired of waiting. I had begun to place the bomb under the yellow suv just before midnight. The lights for down stairs had been turned off by someone in the house, and upstairs ones on. I stopped and cussed, pulling my feet under the vehicle when a car with Chicago plates pulled up to the house.
Goddess, if this is a wolf, I’m screwed. I held my breath as the car shut off and an elderly man hopped out of the driver seat. The man cussed out loud in an English voice something about the steering wheel of the car and pulled a suitcase from the back. He went up to the house and knocked on the door, and after a few moments all of the lights in the house were back on again.
Son of a b***h! I wanted to scream out load. I dated not
