Out of Dawn's Awakening
The sun’s rays peeked above the horizon when a Wolseley pulled up in front of Inspector Collier’s home and parked. Werner stepped back into the alley’s shadow. Located five doors down on the opposite side from the Collier household he had an unobstructed view of the street and his quarry. By the uniform, he knew it was a copper who sat behind the steering column of the Wolseley. Morning’s brightness rose and scattered across the horizon. The door to Collier’s home swung open and a woman stepped out. “Sergeant!” she called. “The inspector is running a wee bit late. Come in and have some tea.” She waved invitingly. The driver side of the Wolseley opened, and the occupant exited. Moments later, the sergeant disappeared into the house.
Werner was no further than a hundred feet from his prey. At the curve, a limousine contained three men on two-hour shifts; each man took their turn in the backseat to sleep. Werner attached his silencer and patiently wait...