In the dim living room, a bald man hiding behind the sofa glanced at the time on his phone, a suspicious expression crossing his face.
"What the hell is she doing? Why isn't she back yet!" he muttered impatiently.
Another ten minutes passed. His accomplice, Red, sidled up to him and whispered, "Bro, my stomach's killing me. I've got the runs."
"Then hurry up and go." Baldy waved him off. "Go on, get."
A few seconds after Red went to the bathroom, Baldy heard a door open outside.
"Shit," he cursed. "Of all the damn times!"
CLICK—
The whole living room was instantly bright.
"I just got home. Nora and my husband are still out playing," the woman in the beige coat said with a smile as she sat on the sofa.
Baldy quietly observed the woman's every move.
'She came back alone?'
'Perfect. It's like even fate is on my side.'
Baldy circled around behind the sofa, inching his head out before slowly extending his hand—
