The rest of us followed her down the hall and into the foyer. Claire Benoit was propped up against the wall, a security guard pressing a cloth to her arm. An upturned bowl of Christmas balls had spilled its contents around her and drops of red blood were scattered over the silver spheres. &...
Giving up, I tossed it across the room at the dresser, but it missed and slid down the front to join the sweater, boots, three t-shirts, two pairs of jeans, and several textbooks on the floor. I was spending less and less time in my own home, but my two rooms were starting to look the same.  ...