Chapter 4

“You need to be as dead and flat as the squirrel. You have no respect for life. You sh—”

“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled and flung the phone across the room. In the next five seconds, the door of my bedroom burst open.

“Ryan?” Brendan stood in the doorway with a gun in his hand.

I sucked in a sharp breath, scared by his sudden appearance as much as the damn phone call. “It was another damn crank call,” I said when I finally pulled enough brain cells together to respond.

“Do you mind if I turn on the light?”

“It’s fine.”

He flicked the wall switch and the bedside lamp came on. I blinked in the brightness, eyes watering. He leaned down and picked up the cell phone that I had thrown. I guess the jackass caller must have hung up because after listening for a moment, Brendan dropped the phone on the bed.

“When did you have your number changed?” he asked.