Chapter 40

He had a plan and a few hours to kill before Montilla likely showed. Right now was about fortifying this place and getting some rest.

The house didn’t have an alarm system, and even if it had, it would have been some prefab piece of shit a guy like Montilla could easily skirt. So One-Mile got creative.

He opened the pantry and pulled out a dozen cans of soups and vegetables, then scanned the labels. Since airport food was barely edible, he’d skipped it. Now, he set aside some chili, opened the rest of the cans, and dumped their contents down the garbage disposal. Finally, he searched the house until he found a spool of twine and an icepick.

Not perfect, but he’d make it work.

While he heated the chili, he stabbed holes in the empty cans and tied them together. Then he attached a set to the handles of both the front and back doors. It wouldn’t keep anyone out, but if an intruder tried to barge in while he slept, the cans rattling across the tile would serve as