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“What the hell?” he said as he walked in a circle, making sure he hadn’t missed any boot prints between there and the house. The intruder had landed on all fours on the snowy ground and disappeared into the night. He jumped on to the roof and then down to the ground. Then he saw something at the far edge of the illuminated ground. He looked out over the blanket of fresh snow and saw no signs of boot prints anywhere. No one was there and there were no boot prints on the roof of the first floor. He inhaled and stepped squarely in front of the open window. Logan saw the boot print in the snow on the exterior window sill. He stepped to one side as he approached the open window. The window stood wide open, the shade bouncing off the window. In one smooth, swift motion he entered the room, scanning it wall-to-wall. As he got close to the doorway of the last room he was hit with a blast of frigid air. He ran out of the room and down the hall. A pop rang out, followed by a knocking sound. He heard a soft creak and whipped around, gun aimed dead ahead.

Payton's Pursuit by Joanne Jaytanie