WATCHERS by Dean R. Koontz

instruments. He might not even need them because a lot of people were amazingly

lax about home security, leaving doors and windows unlocked during the night, as

if they believed they were living in a nineteenth-century Quaker village.

At eleven-forty he leaned between the front seats and looked through the side

window at the Hudston house. All the lights were out. Good. They were in bed.

To give them time to fall asleep, he sat down in the back of the van again, ate

a Mr. Goodbar, and thought about how he’d spend some of the substantial fees

that he had earned just since this morning.

He’d been wanting a power ski, one of those clever machines that made it

possible to water-ski without a boat. He was an ocean lover. Something about

the sea drew him; he felt at home in the tides and was most fully alive when be

was moving in harmony with great, surging, dark masses of water. He enjoyed

scuba diving, windsailing, and surfing. His teenage years had been spent more on

the beach than in school. He still rode the board now and then, when the surf

was high. But he was twenty-eight, and surfing now seemed tame to him. He wasn’t

as easily thrilled as he had once been. He liked speed these days. He pictured

himself skimming over a slate-dark sea on power skis, hammered by the wind,

jolted by an endless series of impacts with eternally incoming breakers, riding

the Pacific as a rodeo cowboy would ride a bronco .

At twelve-fifteen he got out of the van. He tucked the pistol under the

waistband of his trousers and crossed the silent, deserted street to the Hudston

house. He let himself through an unlocked wooden gate onto a side patio

brightened only by moonlight filtered through the leafy branches of an enormous

sheltering coral tree.

He paused to pull on a pair of supple leather gloves.

Mirrored by moonbeams, a sliding glass door connected the patio with the living

room. It was locked. A penlight, extracted from the packet of burglary tools,

also revealed a wooden pole laid in the interior track of the door to prevent it

from being forced.

The Hudstons were more security-conscious than most people, but Vince was

unconcerned. He fixed a small suction cup to the glass, used a diamond cutter to

carve a circle in the pane near the door handle, and quietly removed the cutout

with the cup. He reached through the hole and disengaged the lock. He cut

another circle near the sill, reached inside, and removed the wooden pole from

the track, pushing it under the drawn drapes, into the room beyond.

He did not have to worry about dogs. The woman with the sexy voice had told him

that the Hudstons had no house pets. That was one reason why he liked working

for these particular employers: their information was always extensive and

accurate.

Easing the door open, he slipped through the closed drapes into the dark living

room. He stood for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom, listening.

The house was tomb-silent.

He found the boy’s room first. It was illuminated by the green glow of the

numerals on a digital clock-radio. The teenager was lying on his side, snoring

softly. Sixteen. Very young. Vince liked them very young.

He moved around the bed and crouched along the side of it, face-to-face With the

sleeper. With his teeth, he pulled the glove off his left hand. Holding the

pistol in his right hand, he touched the muzzle to the underside of the boy’s

chin.

The kid woke at once.

Vince slapped his bare hand firmly against the boy’s forehead and simultaneously

fired the gun. The bullet smashed up through the soft underside of the kid’s

chin, through the roof of his mouth, into his brain, killing him instantly.

Ssssnap.

An intense charge of life energy burst out of the dying body and into Vince. It

was such pure, vital energy that he whimpered with pleasure as he felt it surge

into him.

For a while he crouched beside the bed, not trusting himself to move.

Transported. Breathless. At last, in the dark he kissed the dead boy on the lips

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