“What the hell?” She was barefoot and dressed in just her robe as she threw open her door and nearly collided with Cheryl in the hallway. “What the hell was that?” Cheryl asked. “No idea. Come on.” Jill led the way down the staircase. A chilly breeze caught her at the bottom, causing her to shiver. As she entered the diner, she saw that the plate-glass window at the front of the dining area had been shattered. Glass covered nearly every inch of the floor. Jill stepped into the room, instantly treading on a sharp piece of glass. “Dammit!” “Well, hell,” muttered Cheryl from behind her. “Somebody broke the glass.” “No shit.” Jill hopped back out of the dining room with Cheryl’s assistance and sat on a chair in the hallway. “Lemme see.” Her friend leaned down. “Yep, the glass is still in there. Hold still a second.” Cheryl pushed on the sole of her foot. “Dammit, Cheryl, what are you doing? That hurts.” “I’m trying to dig it out. Stop squirming.”
