A tactical hideout
The night stretched on as police moved quietly around the property. Officers hid themselves in shadows, blending with bushes and fences, their positions carefully chosen. Linda and Mark stayed inside, blinds drawn, lights dim. The house felt like a stage set for something larger, the atmosphere crackling with tension. Every second dragged. At 2:15 a.m., just as before, the burglars returned, creeping toward the garden gate with practiced familiarity.
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