50We both woke when something thudded above our heads.
I looked up to see a throwing knife had embedded itself into the headboard several inches above my face. Doreen let go of a small scream as she slipped down the side of the bed and peeked back over it, staring at that knife.
I glanced at the doorway, seeing the door slowly close and thought I heard faint, rapid footsteps retreating down the old carpet in the hall outside.
As my heart raced, I swallowed and looked at the knife again. Tied to its handle was a message. I twisted the knife out of its fresh hole in the headboard and untied the message from the handle. Written in a red-brown ink, it said only, "Leave now - or face your maker."
I handed the note to Doreen, who read it with wide eyes full of fear. Meanwhile, I examined the
