Leon’s knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. He’d parked at a distance and watched as the man entered the house. Leon’s house.
Moments later, Leon went in, a gun in hand. Gloria. The secrets. It all made sense.
Through the kitchen doorway came whispers. A giggle. Gloria’s giggle. He flicked off the safety and stepped inside, slipping the gun inside his coat.
People jumped out. Shouted. “Surprise!”
He blinked, stepped back.
Gloria floated over. “Happy 40th, love.” She kissed him. Laughed. “You didn’t suspect?”
He glanced at a man who stood nearby looking uneasy. “No, not a thing.”