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paid him pretty well. He lived alone and figured he owed himself a few luxuries. Even though he lived in a town that thrived on it, he never gambled or hung out in the casinos, clubs or bars. He hit the little button on his remote, the lights flashed, it chirped twice and he climbed in. Of course you couldn’t see him; he had the windows done in a black out limo tint. That had a two fold purpose. He would brag to everyone about how it cut the heat by 35 percent and saved the interior from the tortures of the sun. The real reason was he wanted to keep his passengers from being noticed. What Charles didn’t notice was the dark figure that had been following him from the time he entered the courthouse. He had watched him through his trial. He watched him as he left and was watching him now. No, Charles Radcliff wasn’t the only one who had patience and predatory skills.
    Charles pulled out, turned north onto Las Vegas Blvd. and headed for home. The sleek, black motorcycle pulled out behind him, ready to fulfill the fate that Charles wasn’t even aware awaited him.
    He had a house out in the Summerlin area. Most people called it the Snoberlin area. It was the upper crust area. They weren’t the extremely wealthy, just the better off than most variety. Either way, they were damn full of themselves.
    Once on the freeway, it was easy for the Guardian to stay back far enough that he wasn’t noticed. It didn’t matter; The Guardian already knew where Charles lived. He’d been following this piece of shit for some time now. The frustration was almost more than he could bear. He felt that surely the courts would see to it, the parasite he was, was removed from society. But, no, that didn’t happen. As usual the legal system had worked in favor of the predator. Well, that was okay. There was a new sheriff in town. He would be judge, jury and executioner. Charles Radcliff’s reign of terror was about to come to a very abrupt end.
    They came up to Summerlin Parkway and exited heading north. With the tint on the windows, Charles didn’t notice the sleek, black motorcycle shoot past him.
    The house on his left was a two story, split-level. The yard had desert landscaping with only a few cacti for effect. He didn’t have time for yard work. Made your hands all rough and callously. He didn’t like that.
    He hit the garage door opener, the door slip open and he pulled the car into the garage. Hitting the button again, the door slid down quietly. Charles also didn’t notice the figure that had slid into the garage right behind him. The Guardian had been waiting, hidden along the side of the garage between the houses.
    Once inside, the Guardian stayed low. He crouched down along the passenger side of the car. The only thing he heard was the creaking and popping from the hot engine as it began to cool off and settle. He heard the car door open, close, and then a quick chirp and the alarm had set. He waited. He would wait for some time. He wanted Charles to be very comfortable, unaware, and relaxed. Then he would surprise him.
    The time had passed slowly, but patience was the one thing he had the most of. He looked at his watch. It was after 11 pm and he was sure that Charles was sound asleep in his bed. Using a small pen light, he found his way to the entrance door leading from the garage to the main part of the house. Pulling a small pick set from his pocket, he carefully worked the lock on the door. Silently he slid the bolt back and as quiet as a cat he slithered into the house. He left the door ajar so it wouldn't impede his departure if he had to leave suddenly.
    The Guardian scanned the house, silently using his pen light. He moved from room to room. He was searching for anything that might prove to be a hazard. Once he was satisfied that there was no one else there, he made his way up the stairs. He slowly tested each step very carefully, listening for any creaking from any loose steps.Checking the second floor where he would