CHAPTER ELEVEN
“About the only thing in the fridge,” Brian said as they entered the apartment, “is a few beers and a jar of mayonnaise.”
“No problem.” Riley crossed to the refrigerator and opened it. “I’m not really much of a drinker, but it's been a while since I've had a beer.”
Brian was busy dialing the phone. Riley put his long-blaster, along with his sword, against the wall behind a chair and sat down to enjoy his beer. After a moment Brian put down the receiver.
“Well,” Brian began, “there's no answer at—” He spun as the front door burst open.
“Brian?” The woman stood breathlessly at five foot three. She had remarkably green eyes and flaming red hair. She also, Riley thought, has a figure to break necks.
“Kris! Honey, I was just calling you. I'd like you to meet som—”
“Where t
