Large trees dominated the backyard of Franklin’s rent house, and I was certain their foliage would obscure the view of the garage from anyone in the house who happened to be looking outside. As I looked at the decrepit wooden structure from my vantage point, I was happy to see there was a window on the west side of the garage. However, it was so dirty, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to see anything inside.
Suddenly, my attention was drawn to the opposite end of the alley where I spotted Nikki making her way toward me. Her gun was drawn, but she was holding it at her side. When she saw me, she tilted her head in the direction of the garage, lifting her gun slightly to indicate she would cover me while I went to look in the window.
As she stood facing the garage, she positioned herself against the neighbor's fence. It wasn't the ideal location because her back was to the alleyway, but there weren’t any other good spots where she could keep her eye on both the house and garage at the same time. This bothered me, but since I’d planned to do the whole thing without her anyway, I didn't really think it mattered.
As it turned out, it mattered a lot.
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