Chapter 32: An Intruder

The door creaked open. Grace hadn’t remade the bed so the intruder would know someone had been there.

Without a plan, she waited for a siren. Her teeth chattered as her hands sweat.

Two shots rang out sounding like puffs of air, then the footsteps retreated. A siren in the distance had Grace sliding out from under the bed.

The room went a hazy and she sunk to her knees hoping she could stay conscious. Relief sapped her strength. Her breath came out in rasps.

Footsteps again, but she had no will to move.

“Grace?”

Zach.

“I’m in the bedroom.”

Mark was on his heels. Zach knelt beside her and gathered her into his arms.

The colors danced, but Grace reveled in his warmth as she began to shiver. She clung to him as if he stood between her and death. Mark remained silent in the background. “The killer.”

“Did you see him?”

“Only his shoes and not a good look at them.”

“The back door has a broken pane of glass,” Zach said.