* Rosie Fay-Donovan*

I was already in the hallway, so close to my bedroom that I could even see my nightstand from where I was standing. Only a few more steps and I would have reached the drawer, grabbed my gun, and be back in the office in less than a minute.

But before I managed to do that, I saw Royce appear at the end of the hallway like a f*cking ghost. For a brief moment, I thought I was imagining things. There was no way he could be inside the house. No way he could ...