Breaking and

25/02/2011 § Leave a comment

The shattering glass startled me awake.  I glanced at Mariah, who was sitting up groggily.

“What happened,” she asked.

“I’ll go check,” I replied, withdrawing the Glock .45 from the bedside drawer.  I crept downstairs, heart pounding, and began to check over the house.

I moved to the kitchen, and was met with the sharp crack of gunfire and-



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