Chapter 9
Erik and Zeke crashed to the carpeted floor, the knife sliding out of Zeke's hands. Winston felt a sick sense of déjà vu watching the two handsome men roll on the floor. Winston hurried back inside the room and kicked the knife further away from the two. He grabbed the hotel phone and dialed 911.
“This is 911,” a pleasant woman answered. “What is the nature of your emergency?”
“My name is Winston St. Paul. I'm at the Rainbow Arms Hotel in Provincetown. There's an armed intruder and—” Before Winston could say anything more, Zeke yanked the phone cord from the wall.
Winston went for the knife on the floor while Zeke grabbed the bottle of wine. Erik grabbed at Zeke, but he leaped out of arms reach.
“The cops are coming,” Winston said. “This is over.”
“I don't care,” Zeke snarl
