I pull the key out from my pocket and slide it into the door slot, turning it and waiting for it to click before I grip the cold handle and swing the door open.
My arrival interrupts somebody already inside the apartment, and I reach for my gun in my holster, hearing movement coming from somewhere in the curtain-drawn room, blocking out the morning light.
I yell, “Police,” then hear shuffling and a door sliding open. I race into the dark apartment, running my hand over the wall for a light switch. “Police! Stay where you are.”
A long shadow falls across the back wall as I bump into the edge of a table and knock something to the floor. The carpet muffles the sound of the crash, and breaks the fall.
I run to the balcony window, the floor-length curtain dancing in the summer breeze like a flailing ghost. I run outside and notice a shadowy figure climbing down to the ground and landing with a thud, moaning as he jumps into a rhododendron bush.