The Dark at the End (Page 53)
Dark had fallen extra early due to the storm. Jack debated turning on the mansion's lights. Would Rasalom be more comfortable entering a lighted house? Most definitely. Jack had done his best to leave everything looking as close as possible to the way he had found it - exactly was not an option. Would the lights increase the chances of Rasalom picking up telltale signs of his handiwork? Certainly, but only incrementally.
He decided in favor of lights, but only a few, judiciously chosen.
He made his final walk-through. Everything looked good. Had this been the original plan, and had he had time, he would have photographed every area before starting work, to make sure he'd returned it to its original condition. This was why he hated to improvise.
"Everything okay?"
"Well, no. The roads are bad and getting worse, but I made it."
"Then what - ?"
"This baby. I don't know what to do with him. How much - ?" A screech in the background. "Oh, God. He's awake. I gotta go."
Yes, sir ... ol' Rasalom oughta be royally pissed by now.