Chapter Fifteen
Mason glared at the open door. He took something out of an inside jacket pocket and I heard a metal "snap". He was now wielding a retractable baton like the police might carry. I was surprised, yet oddly comforted that he had it handy.
"Roulette, attention." Roulette changed from a fluffy Sheltie to an alert scout, sniffing the air and ears up. If it were possible for the little dog to become a German Shepard, she would have. Her eyes scanned and searched the area.
"It might be best if you stay close to me, we don't know if there may be somebody outside lurking. I want you to stay just behind me." He looked me in the eyes to make sure I understood. I swallowed and nodded. I couldn't manage words at this point. Stabbings, bomb threats, and now somebody in my hom
