Henry managed to get Charlie in a position to force him down. He had the convict (who was still wearing his sweatshirt) in a corner, cell phone in hand. He felt himself waver, and he silently cursed.
Charlie didn't bother to ask questions. He didn't know a different personality was emerging, he just knew the guy lost his focus. He took the opportunity to strike out, using his feet to knock Henry off balanced. He followed with a chair, effectively knocking Henry out cold.
He wasn't going to hang around, and with a hop over the fallen body, he ran out the back door, a streak of movement.
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Within a minute and a half of going down, Edward woke up. He realised he was on the floor, and didn't move for a couple of seconds, until he determined he was alone.
He sat up slow, just in case he wasn't alone after all, but he was fairly certain no one was around. The room was in shambles, the scene of a recent struggle.
His head hurt.
He got to his feet, still certain he was alone. Walking toward the front of the house, he heard retching upstairs. The back door was open, and he took time to close it before going upstairs.
"Angie?" He by passed the master bedroom to check on the nursery. He frowned when he saw the crib was unoccupied. He hoped to hell someone else was looking after Katherine.