CHAPTER TEN
Med school required crazy shifts and long hours. It was like the law. Her fellowship hadn’t required as many nights. During that time, she got out of the habit of going without sleep.
As Colt pointed out, with everything that was going on, she struggled to sleep through the night. Completing her first full shift at Risqué was exhausting. Maybe she’d sleep better because of it.
Locking her front door, pepper spray in hand, she went through the routine of checking each room. Nothing sinister awaited her in the lower hall, office, or waiting room.
Flicking on the back porch light from inside, the illumination flooded the glass in the rear door. Or it should have. Something was in the glass on the other side of the door. A flared shadow of… what was that? The shape…? It looked
