In for the Kill [Hawkman Series Book 9] Read Online Free PDF

had disabled the alarm system, so he opened the door and slipped outside.
    Hunkering close to the house, he made his way around to the side where he spotted the silhouette of a person climbing the steps, going up to the deck near the dining room window. He pointed his pistol and called, “Who goes there?"
    The figure turned and raised his hands. “Hawkman, it's me, George, from next door. Wife and I heard a loud bang and all the lights went out. Looks like the transformer in front of your house has exploded. I knocked on the front door, but got no response, so decided to come around back to see if I could get your attention."
    Hawkman glanced at the pole and could see the smoke curling out of the big box. His gaze traveled down the road and he caught sight of a strange car parked off to the side near the bridge. Suddenly, the headlights came on, and the vehicle took off across the river. It looked like a Buick. He holstered his gun and moved toward his neighbor. “You see anyone fooling around the area?"
    George shrugged. “No. We've been watching television most of the evening. You think someone shot out the transformer?"
    "Very possible."
    "I'll give Pacific Power a call and see when we can get a repair crew out here,” George said, walking toward his home.
    "Thanks."
    After his neighbor left, Hawkman went back inside the house. “Jennifer, you okay?"
    "Yes.” She came from his office carrying a couple of flashlights and handed him the extra. “I heard you talking to George."
    "Yeah, looks like the transformer out front blew and knocked out power all the way down the street. We're probably going to need candles or a lantern for several hours."
    She flipped on her light and ran the beam across the dining room carpet. “The transformer didn't throw this,” she said, pointing at a large shiny rock resting in the middle of a pile of broken glass. “Looks like it came from the edge of the lake as it's still glistening with water."
    "Don't touch it. If we're lucky there might be some prints. He quickly picked up the straying kitten and handed her to Jennifer. “You better take care of this little one so she doesn't get her paws cut on any sharp slivers."
    "I wondered where this little stinker went,” she said, cuddling the cat close to her chest. Then she glanced at Hawkman with a solemn expression. “Who would throw a rock through our window?"
    He frowned and tapped the flashlight against his thigh. “I don't know. But I spotted a car taking off across the bridge and it looked like a Buick."
    When the phone rang. Hawkman stared at it as the machine answered.
    "Hiding in the dark? This time I only sent a boulder through the window. Hope it didn't shred your cat."
    After a siege of wicked laughter, the party hung up.
    Hawkman's jaw tightened. “The man's sick. I think we're dealing with a psycho, which makes him even more dangerous. He's calling us from a cell phone and they're hard to track, unless I can get the FBI in on this. But they probably wouldn't touch it until the man commits murder."
    The clear sky and full moon gave a glow to the room, so they were able to move around without much difficulty. Jennifer opened the drapes in the living room, flipped off the flashlight, then made her way to the couch. She cuddled the cat in her arms and sighed. “What are we going to do?"
    He stood in front of her with his fists on his hips. “I'd like you to get out of here. Why don't you take the furry critter, and the two of you go down to visit Sam in Sunnyvale."
    She shook her head. “You know better than to suggest my leaving. I couldn't stand it. And anyway, his apartment isn't big enough for me to go stay for any length of time. He only has one bedroom and would insist I use it. It wouldn't be fair to force him out of his own bed while he's working. He needs his rest. And there's no way anyone could sleep on his horrible couch. No, I'm not going anywhere, so get that notion out of your head."
    Hawkman turned away