Carly scrambled from bed, stumbling and snatching at the darkness, caught between fight and flight.
Where? Where was he?
Listening, straining for sounds, she heard the thump of her heart, the dry gasp of her breath. No taps, no knocks, no bumps. That didn’t mean a fucking thing.
Her mobile was in her hand. She didn’t remember picking it up. It took three tries to dial the numbers. Forever for a voice to answer. She wanted to shout, managed to pull it back to a hiss. ‘There’s someone in my apartment.’Continue Reading