Chapter Thirty
At first, I thought I’d been hearing things. I lay there blinking, trying to get my bearings. The knocking resumed, even louder.
The watery light of dawn oozed in around the outline of the window shade. My bedside clock read 0730.
Oddly enough, my first thought was to call the police. My second was to grab the nearest blunt object and greet the door knocker with it.
Ignore it, I thought. But my curiosity wouldn’t let me. With everything that had happened, I should at least look through the peephole.
Even though the knocking had let up, I rolled out of bed, finger-combed my hair back, and crept to the door. I peered out and saw … no one.
Now awake and thinking, I ran to the window that overlooked the street in front of the building. There were no obvious signs of any
