She was pretty sure the intruder was gone. She’d heard the door shut and he had what he thought he wanted. Still, he could be waiting … Sara kept the hammer of the gun cocked and steadied her trigger finger by supporting the butt with her left hand. She took a step and listened. Silence. Second step. Third. Still quiet. She tried not to notice the charred holes in the bed sheet. She poked her nose into the hallway. It was empty and the door was closed. Since she’d pulled the drapes in the living room, it was hard to see, but she didn’t dare turn on a light in case he was waiting down the street. Her hand found the doorknob. Very slowly, she turned it and opened the door a mere crack. Light from the parking lot illuminated the door handle and lock. The metal was smooth. There were no scratches to indicate a forced entry. Sara closed the door and leaned against it, her breathing shallow. No forced entry meant someone had a key. But who? Her complex manager did, of course, and Brianna.
