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call and try again twice before she got the three digits
dialed—911.
    “911, what’s your emergency?”
    “A man’s trying to break into my
house,” Abbigail whispered, but her voice sounded just as panicked as she felt.
The knocking continued, never stopping. “Oh my god, do you hear that?”
    “What’s your address ma’am?” Abby
related it quickly. “Ma’am, get to a back room with a lock on it and lock
yourself in there. Stay on the line. Patrol officers are on the way.”
    Abby started towards the bedroom
then stopped as she felt the cord to her phone pull taut. “I can’t take the
phone with me. It’s not wireless.” God, she felt really stupid now. She thought
the corded, old-fashioned phone was cute and trendy when she bought it. It was
one of those vintage, dark yellow ones that hung on the wall. She liked it because
it came from the fifties and had a certain flair to it.
    “Then set the phone down but do
not hang up if you can. Patrols will be there shortly.”
    No sooner than the operator
declared that the door shook violently.
    “He’s kicking it,” she said, part
in fear and part in disbelief.
    Abby waited no longer. She turned
and ran for the bedroom just as she heard the door burst open in an explosion
of splintered wood. The front door bounced off the wall with a resounding crack
just as she entered her bedroom, slamming the door closed and flipped the
measly turn lock.
    Her thumb swept the safety off
her gun and she sprinted into her bathroom as another bang came at her bedroom
door. No way would that weak wooded door last nearly as long as the front door.
    She slammed the bathroom door
shut, locked it and moved as far back as she could in the tight space by wedging
herself between the toilet and shower. Shaking and scared out of her mind, she
raised her gun, index finger poised over the trigger and waited.
    BAM! BAM! CRACK!
    The bedroom door slammed open.
She heard it beat against her nightstand with another blow. She started praying
for the police to come, and she didn’t want to be another body like the ones
she found for a living. Her arms shook. As she looked down the peephole of the
black gun, the hole wavered, wobbling around in waves that she tried to steady
but couldn’t.
    She kept waiting for him to come,
kept waiting to hear the banging on the bathroom door. But it never came. A
minute passed. Then another. And another.
    A part of her told her to check
the door, open it just an inch and peer outside. Maybe he was gone and she did
have a gun after all. She could shoot if he charged at her, but the smarter
part of her mind told her to wait there. Wait for the police. They shouldn’t be
that long. After all, she lived close to her job and her job which was with the
police department.
    Sure enough, another minute
passed and she could hear the faint howling of sires in the distance. As they
got louder, her heart rate slowed and her muscles relaxed, but she never
dropped aim no matter how hard her arms shook.
    She heard men entering her house.
    “Abbigail Krenshaw!” a voice shouted.
    She’d never been more relieved to
hear another person’s voice in her life. She collapsed against the toilet.
“Mike, I’m in the bathroom!” Footsteps bounded in her bedroom but something
made her stay in the bathroom. As if she had to be certain it was safe and this
wasn’t all some gimmick.
    A soft triple knock came at the
door. “Abbigail, are you all right?”
    Mike’s voice was tense, not that
she was surprised. He was a sweet guy. A good cop and she’d probably just
scared the shit out of him with her call. She stood on legs that didn’t feel
like her own and unlocked the door. She opened it slowly, peering out as she’d
wanted to before. She met his dark blue eyes and light head of hair then let
the door open all the way.
    He had a hard look in his eyes, the
kind he used when surveying a crime scene. “You okay?” His eyes traced her
quickly from head to toe ensuring all parts