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My eyelids fell shut. As if my brain was trying to at least spare me the sight of the mess I had made.
Silence followed the big bang, filling the room with what I knew was a false sense of calm.
I opened one eye, taking a peek in the direction of the door.
Maybe this was good. Maybe that had scared… him? Them? Away—
“Hello?” The deep voice on the other side of the door called. “Is anyone home?”
Dammit.
Squaring my shoulders, I turned around very slowly. There was still a chance that—
The jingle I had set for that stupid motivational app I’d downloaded earlier today blared through the apartment for a second time.
Jesus. Someone was out to get me today. Karma, kismet, fate, Lady Luck, or some all-powerful entity I had clearly pissed off. Maybe even Murphy and his stupid law.
I finally grabbed my phone to set the stupid thing to silent.
Involuntarily, my eyes scanned the supposedly inspirational quote on the screen:IF OPPORTUNITY DOESN’T KNOCK, BUILD A DOOR.
“Seriously?” I heard myself whisper.
“I could hear that, you know?” Intruder said. “The phone, then the bang, then the phone again.” A pause. “Are you… okay?”
I frowned. How considerate for a possible burglar.
He pressed on: “I know there’s someone in there. I can hear you breathing.”
A gasp of outrage left me. I wasnota heavy breather.
“Okay, listen,” Intruder said with a chuckle. Achuckle. Was he laughing? At my expense? “I’m just—”
“No, you listen,” I finally blurted out, hearing my voice crack and wobble. “Whatever it is that you’re doing, I don’t care. I’ve—I’ve—” I’d been standing there like a doofus, doing nothing. And that stopped now. “I’m calling the cops.”
“The cops?”
“Exactly.” I unlocked my phone with shaky fingers. I was done with this… this… situation. Heck, I was done withtoday. “You have a few minutes to leave before they get here. There’s a police station right around the corner.” There wasn’t, and I hoped he didn’t know that. “So I’d start running if I were you.”
I took one miniscule, careful step in the direction of the door, then stopped to listen for a reaction. Hopefully, the sound of his steps fleeing.
But I heard nothing.
“Are you listening?” I called, then hardened my voice before speaking again. “I have friends in NYPD.” I didn’t. The closest thing I had to that was Uncle Al, who was a security guard for a company on Fifth Avenue. But that didn’t seem to impress Intruder, because silence continued to follow my statement. “Okay, fine. I warned you. Now, I’m dialing, so it’s up to you…mother… clinking apartment-breaker!”
“What?”
Ignoring my unfortunate and not at all threatening choice of words, I set the call on speaker and a few seconds later, the emergency dispatcher’s voice filled the apartment. “Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
“Hi—” I cleared my throat. “Hello. There’s… there’s someone trying to break in the apartment I’m in.”
“Wait, you’re really calling?” Intruder yelped. But then, he said, “Oh, okay. I see.” Following that with another chuckle.Another. Chuckle. Did he find any of this funny? “This is a joke.”
Outrage filled my chest. “Ajoke?”
“Hello?” came from my phone’s speaker. “Miss? If this isn’t an emergency—”
“Oh, but it is,” I said immediately. “As I was saying, I’m calling to report a break-in.”
