Damn! Her cell phone was on the bedside table. No way was she going back for it. She ran to the kitchen phone instead. Sam’s number was the first thing she saw on the note board, and she jabbed at the glowing buttons on the dial. He answered on the second ring. “Sam, call the police! It’s the body snatchers! They’re after me!” She slammed down the receiver and sank to the floor. Knees drawn up to her chin, she sat huddled by the kitchen cabinets, shivering, trying to catch her breath. Dowser lay beside her, his head in the crook of her arm, his body shaking as hard as hers. A few minutes later there was a hammering on the door. She nearly jumped out of her skin. “Max! Open up!” Sam. It was Sam. She ran to the front door. Her fingers were trembling so badly that it took her three tries before she could turn the lock and slide the bolt. She flung open the door and threw herself into Sam’s arms. “My God, Angel, you’re shaking like a leaf. What’s wrong?” “A monster.
