MEANWHILE, EARLY EVENING was settling over Seattle, and Lizzie had just ordered takeout and was on her way toward the shower. The unexpected knock on her front door had her frowning as she looked through the viewfinder.
“Boss?” she said, confused, as she swung the door open. “What are you doing here?”
“Need to talk to you, Zim,” Monnet replied. “May I come in?”
“Um...sure,” she answered, and stepped aside for him to pass. “Want some coffee or something?”
“Yeah, I’ll take some. I’m sure it’s better than that swill at the station, right?”
Lizzie chuckled. “Anything’s better than that stuff.”
He grinned and was about to say something else when behind them the door Lizzie was about to lock was flung open again.
Lizzie saw the intruder’s face and drew in a sharp breath. My g*n’s in my sh
