Chapter 93: Zachery

The low buzz of the phone by the bed woke Zach. It was the house's central alarm that was programmed to his cell phone. It meant the perimeter of their home had been breached. Zach opened the nightstand drawer and removed his Glock .45. Even in the dark room his hands knew the gun; he tested its weight and relished its familiarity.

Quickly he slipped on his slacks, placed his hand over Angel's mouth, and nudged her. He could see the whites of her eyes in the dark. "Follow me to the safe room. Stay close."

She knew the drill and didn't reach for clothing, just followed a foot behind him with her hand on his hip so both his arms were free. They took the back stairs and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Marguerite waiting at the bottom.

The safe room lay hidden behind a solid wood bookcase and had been built by Monroe and Stephens. It wasn't in the original floor plans and only five people knew of its existence. The outer shell and door were bulletproof, and inside were clothes,