CHAPTER THIRTY
At first, I thought I’d been hearing things. I lay there blinking, trying to get my bearings. The knocking resumed, even louder.
The watery light of dawn oozed in around the outline of the window shade. My bedside clock read 0730.
Oddly enough, my first thought was to call the police. My second was to grab a baseball bat and greet the door knocker with it.
