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The Burglar by Philip Buckland A Rich Chandler mystery The Burglar A Rich Chandler mystery by Philip Buckland Also by Philip Buckland: The Frank Hurley series The Cranston Occurrence The Hiders Lois Latham Invisible, We’re Here The Live End The Apollo Bureau spy series A Scientist is Missing Expose to Danger The Rich Chandler series Incommunicado Copyright 2016 Philip Buckland ` CHAPTER I Dean Connelly, special agent for the FBI station here in Bellingham, Washington was walking through the parking lot of the place where he had been conducting his undercover investigation, so he could go to his car and get into it and go home. He had put in another day of work here at this place. Now it was time for him to go home and rest up and recuperate and do whatever he wanted to do tonight. And then tomorrow, he was going to go back to work. When Dean, a tall, slender man with the sort of reptilian good looks you associate with a non-poisonous snake, and wearing a green suit, a light blue shirt, no tie, open collar, and black leather shoes, reached his silver gray Bronco, he unlocked it and got 1 ` into it, and then he started it up and turned on the radio and drove out of the parking lot and turned onto the street and drove down the street and listened to the radio. The burnt orange Camaro was parked across the street from the place that Dean was spying on. The driver of the Camaro saw Dean leave the place and started up his car and made a U-turn and drove down the street so he could follow Dean. He was following Dean now. Staying far behind him to make sure he didn't see him, but at the same time, he was keeping Dean in his sights so he won't lose him. Here inside Dean's car, Dean felt something stick into the back of his head. It felt like it was made of metal. "Don't turn around," a voice told Dean. "And don't look into the rear mirror, and don’t look into the side view mirror. Instead, just look forward." Dean did what the voice told him to do. "Now," the voice continued. "Pull over 2 ` where you can." Dean looked for a place to pull over at. Then he found it. Then he pulled up to the curb and brought his car to a complete stop. "Now," the voice said. "Park the car." Dean parked the car. Then the person who was in the back seat of the car looked around to make sure that no one was going to see what he was going to do next. No one was here. Then he knocked Dean out by tapping the back of Dean's head with his .38 automatic. Now Dean was out cold. Then the person put his gun into his shoulder holster, and then he got out of the back seat of Dean's car and stood in the street. He was tall, thin, almost emaciated, had sandy hair, a matching mustache splitting his tapering wolf like features in two, dark green eyes, and he was wearing a white cowboy hat and a white windbreaker and a dark green T-shirt and blue jeans and white tennis shoes. Then he closed the door to the back seat 3 ` of Dean's car, and then he looked around again to make sure no one was going to see what he was going to do now. No one was around. Then he opened the door on the driver's side of the front seat of Dean's car and pushed Dean over to the passenger side of the front seat of Dean's car. The driver of the Camaro came along and saw what the man with the wolflike features was doing and pulled up to the curb and behind Dean's car and parked his car, and then he got out of his car and looked around to make sure no one was going to see what he was going to do. He was three inches smaller than the man with the wolflike features, had brown hair, blue eyes, a big nose sticking out of his coarse, pale face, broad shoulders, a thick build, and he was wearing a green windbreaker and a black shirt, no tie, open collar, and brown pants and black tennis shoes. When he noticed that no one was here, he ran over to the other side of Dean's car 4