CHAPTER TWENTY Billy drove by the house where Jamie had said Tanks might be. The lights were on. His heart thumped against his breastbone with fear. He parked a block up and, staying in the shadows, walked toward the house. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the same feelings seemed to echo inside him. Moving to the side of the house, crowding the azalea shrubs heavy with blooms, he crouched down and edged closer to a window. One step. Two more. Swallowing fear, he pressed his palms against the gritty window ledge and raised up just enough to peer inside. People. Billy’s gaze went to a man who sat on the worn brown sofa. Facing the opposite direction, he wore a gray T-shirt and a cap. Was it Tanks? The man leaned back and rested his arm on the back of a sofa, and Billy saw the snake tattoos. His heart jolted. It was Tanks. Billy’s gaze zeroed in on the man who had tried to kill his sister. His attention was so focused, he almost didn’t see the blonde walking toward the window through which he peeped.
