Brushing it off as the wind, he shook his head, mentally chiding himself for being so jumpy. But just as he was about to resume his meal, he heard the gate rattle again. “It’s either really windy outside or something’s up,” he said to himself.
Henry’s pulse quickened, and he blinked, peering at the gate wondering if it’s just him being paranoid again. Taking a steadying breath, he tried to convince himself it was nothing serious. But just as he was about to sit down again he saw a hooded figure, vaulting over the gate with ease and disappearing into the shadows near the building’s back entrance.