wehadthestars:
Grab the closest book near you; go to page 56; the 5th sentance:
He thinks about that Wednesday night, waiting in, trying to be relaxed, waiting for the doorbell, checking that it worked, putting music on and off.
The A.D.A. was a jaded pro: he walked around touching the brim of his hat and reconstructed probable events: the perps looked like they’d bungled disabling the alarm all the way and had got scared off by the thing’s siren when the alarm’s pricey HBT alternate ground kicked in at 300 v.
