Chapter 13I lose control of my weapon and fall to the floor. I stumble in the dark for my pistol, clamor to my feet, and aim the gun around the room. I get a good look at the corner where the dark, shadowy figure stood earlier, between the balcony doors and bookcase.
Nothing.
I run to the side of the bed and flip on the light.
When I turn around, the room is empty.
The elongated figure leaning against the far wall in the corner is the metal coat rack I fished out of storage yesterday. A tall, angular sculpture, hunched forward like a broken spine.
I close and lock the balcony doors and stare out into the night. A scrim of darkness is all I see as I gaze at the mirror image of myself. I press my forehead to the glass and close my eyes. Car headlights flash in my mind’s eye, and I hear
