Chapter One The first thing I noticed when I opened my apartment door was the woman standing there. She was young, late teens or early twenties, her clothing a conservative dark gray, her hair strikingly blonde. She was slender, nearly gaunt in fact, and her face, while pretty enough, was drawn and taut. The glitter of a silver necklace peeked out from her open collar, with a matching twinkle from a ring on her right-hand ring finger. All that I noticed peripherally, though. My main attention was on the gun she was pointing at me. “Easy,” I cautioned, my eyes flicking once around the room in case I’d somehow arrived at the wrong apartment door and my key had somehow managed to open it anyway. But it was my furniture, all right: old and mismatched, with a thin layer of dust marking the fact that I hadn’t spent a lot of time here in the past year. “Let’s not do anything we’ll both regret.” “Come in,” she ordered. Her voice was cold, a really good match for her face. Briefly, I considered trying to outrun her reflexes by ducking back outside into the hallway and making a dash for the stairs.
