Chapter Thirty-Seven
The banging on the front door, along with Daisy’s growl and bark, shook Maggie awake. The bedside lamp clicked on and filled the dark room with a hazy orange glow. “Is someone at the door, girl?” She rolled over and blinked.
Richard pulled on his pants. “Stay here; I’ll see who it is.”
The pounding sounded as if someone were trying to break down the front door, and Daisy was now growling and scratching at it. Maggie bolted out of bed and yanked on her thin purple housecoat, trailing after Richard. Car headlights flooded the living room window.
“Hold on, I’m coming!” Richard shouted.
“Open up!” Someone shouted again. Richard yanked open the front door and bent over, holding Daisy by the collar. Bright headlights blinded her as she darted down the stairs. What looke
