Chen Yu wasn't in the habit of waking up in the middle of the night.
The grueling years of medical school and the insane shifts of his residency had conditioned him to fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
But now that he was in his thirties, his sleep had become much lighter.
So Chen Yu wasn't sure what had woken him up.
It was a faint sound that had disturbed him.
He turned his head and glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand.
A little after two in the morning.
Just then, Chen Yu heard another noise.
It sounded like a door opening.
He sat up, instantly alert. Orlando's public safety was only so-so, but Hill lived in a wealthy neighborhood, so the security should have been a bit better.
But no matter how good the security was, you could never completely rule out petty criminals.
In Miami, for instance, Chen Yu rarely went out after dark.
Getting out of bed, he peered outside through a gap in the curtains.
