Wednesday September 25th – 4:22 A.M. – Yonkers
Home of Kelli Storm
Kelli
rolled onto her back and opened her eyes. Was
that breaking glass, or was I dreaming? Shit, I’d better get up and check
anyway. She looked over at Greg, who was still sleeping, shrugged and
climbed out of bed. She stepped into her slippers, threw on her robe and picked
her Glock up off the nightstand.
As
she moved toward the door, another sound came from the hallway, and this time
she knew she wasn’t dreaming it. It wasn’t breaking glass this time, it was
human, and it was close. She stepped back, raising the weapon held tight in her
hands, her eyes focused on the door. Her legs bumped against the bed and she
fought to keep her balance.
A
floorboard creaked just outside the door and she steadied herself, both hands
on her Glock, ready for the intruder. She stood frozen, finger on the trigger
as the doorknob turned and the door eased open. The door inched open wider and
a large silhouette appeared, right hand raised, the glint of steel reflecting
in the moonlight.
“Stop
right there,” she shouted. “Drop the knife and get on your knees.”
The
figure froze, but only for a second and then lunged forward, the knife high
above its head.
