Eleven
The next morning I was awakened by a loud knock on the door. I looked at my phone and saw that the time was just before five in the morning. I sat up and turned and lay my feet on the floor not sure if I had heard anything or was just dreaming. In another second it was revealed that I wasn’t dreaming. The banging now got louder and more forceful. I picked up my gun and got up.
“What is going on,” Annabel asked.
“I’m going to find out,” I said as I left the room.
I left my gun at my side having a feeling I knew who was knocking but I didn’t want to be wrong. I looked through my peephole and put my gun on the table just next to the door. Thank goodness I put my boxers on before I came here. I pulled the door open to find about five officers waiting.
“You guys looking for a donut
