CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
A HUGE REPEATING BOOM reverberating against her front door shocked Lizzie into wakefulness.
“What the hell is that?” Donny muttered.
“Not sure,” she told him as she scrambled out of bed to grab a robe and her g*n. “But at six a.m. it can’t be good. I’ll be right back.”
“Like hell. I’m coming with you,” he replied as he threw the covers back and pulled his t-shirt on.
They traveled down the stairs together, and she held up her hand and pointed to the kitchen. He nodded and moved that direction, stopping just inside the doorway where he had a good view of the living room and front entry.
Weapon ready, she crept forward to the front door and peeked through the viewfinder. What she saw had her eyes widening in surprise.
“It’s Detective Brown... and my Chief,” she told
