Unknown: Don’t worry, DetectiveFoley, I’ll give you everything you’ll ever need.
Frowning,I turn my phone downward on the seat beside me. This has to be some fucking cruel joke from someone at the station, and when I go back in tomorrow, someone’s going to be sorry they tried to mess with me.
I hit the gas and race off to my house, but I keep glancing back and forth between the road and the phone burning a hole in the seat next to me. Whoever it is that just texted me has me so distracted I can’t even think straight.
It must’ve been some teenager egging me on after seeing me on television. That’s it.
I slam my car door shut and walk toward my apartment building to make my way to the top floor, which is all for me. It’s not too shabby for an agent of the law if I’d say so myself, and every day I step foot in my spacious loft, I feel at home. At peace.
Except today.
It’s quiet. Unusually, exceptionally quiet.
I place my keys onto the table beside my door and stare into the darkness for a moment, wondering if it’s just my heart palpitating or if something is going on. Something intangible… a shadow … that’s following me.
I glance over my shoulder.
The door behind me is already closed, and my lungs expand again for another breath.
There’s no one here except me.
I’m losing my goddamn mind.
Running my fingers through my brown hair, I turn on the lights and head into my bathroom, where I take off my jacket and place it on the chair behind me. I turn on the faucet and let the water fill the sink before I make a cup shape with my hand to splash my face.
I raise my head and look at myself in the mirror, only to spot a cabinet in the bedroom across the hall closing.
My eyes widen.
Someone’s here.
I immediately barge into the living room, only to stop in my tracks as the light next to my bed in the adjacent bedroom flickers on.
There’s a woman in a bunny mask casually lounging on my bed wearing a long-sleeve full bodysuit with a front zipper and a leather jacket.
What the fuck?
How did she get in?
The sliding window on my balcony is open just a smidge, enough for someone to have slipped through unnoticed.
Sweat drops roll down the back of my neck, while she tilts her head and smiles at me like a goddamn psycho, red lipstick staining her lips underneath the mask.
This is a threat.
My eyes scatter around my apartment until I find the gun I left on the table near the front door.
Shit.
I shouldn’t have put it down, but I thought I was safe in my own home.
Her eyes have followed mine to the same object, and she raises her hand to bring it to her lips. A single finger to silence me while she shakes her head as a warning not to try.
This is insane.
One second passes, and I spin on my heels and bolt toward the door, rushing to reach my gun.
THWACK!
