I hung up. I watched and waited, my eyes never leaving the house. I could wait as long as was necessary. I moved when the lights went out, checking my pistol was in its holster, and that my balaclava was pulled tight over my head, only my dark eyes appearing through the slits. The door was easy to break, checking the rooms downstairs to see they were empty. The children were asleep. Entering his bedroom, he was fast asleep next to his wife.

Covering his mouth, he woke up immediately and started to struggle. I put a finger to my lips, gestured to his wife and made a gesture across...