40Maggie woke to a sound she didn’t recognize. A bang followed by a clink—metal against metal.
Last night she had gotten home late. She had slid into their king-size bed without interrupting Greg’s soft snores. Now through the window blinds she could see the gray sky with the first light of morning. The other side of the bed was already empty.
She glanced at the digital alarm clock. 6:45 a.m.
Not unusual for Greg to be up and gone by seven. She slept hard last night. No dreams about her father interrupting. No wonder she didn’t hear Greg in the shower or getting dressed.
Another bang-clink, tap-tap, clink.
It sounded like it was coming from inside the apartment.
This time Maggie grabbed at her nightstand drawer. She had her Smith & Wesson in her hand before she rolled out of the bed.
