Nowhere Safe

CHAPTER 47



Rikker carefully unpacked each of the three boxes, following explicit instructions on where to cut the packing tape and which flap to open in specific order.

He carefully integrated each of the three pieces with his base unit. With the exception of those parts shipped in the High Vision container, everything else he’d needed had been easy to acquire.

With the sliding glass doors to the patio open, he could hear the low roar of jets passing overhead on the way to landing at Miami International. Some developer had practically stolen the land for this neighborhood, then built decent two-story homes, figuring families would deal with a little noise in exchange for a bigger house than they could normally afford.

That’s what the listing realtor had said, all pleasant and bubbly until Rikker had sliced her throat.

The real selling points on this house for Rikker had been the extra-high privacy fence and deep backyard.

He couldn’t wait to finish assembling this unit and take it outside.

Weather was perfect. He’d have a straight shot to Flight 819 on approach in twelve minutes.