I'd put the pillow over my head, but then I might not hear the alarm and the serial killer would come in and cut out my tongue. Oh shit, now I was thinking about the serial killer again!
There was another sound at my door. I tried to see my watch in the dark. It had to be around one A.M. The door clicked open and the alarm sounded. Undoubtedly Ranger. I ran a hand through my hair and checked to be sure the Band-Aid was still in place. I was wearing flannel boxers and a white T-shirt and had a last-minute panic attack that my nipples might be showing through the T-shirt. Rats! I should have thought of this sooner. I hurried to the foyer to silence the alarm but before I reached the door a pair of shears was shoved between the door and the jamb, the shears snipped through the security chain, and the door flew open.
"Hey," I said to Ranger, "that's cheating!"
But it wasn't Ranger who stepped through the open door. It was Morris Munson. He ripped the alarm off the doorknob and stabbed it with the shears. The alarm gave one last squeak and died. Grandma was still snoring. Bob was still sprawled next to the couch. And Rex was standing at attention, doing his grizzly bear impersonation.
"Surprise," Munson said, closing the door, stepping further into the foyer.
My stun gun, pepper spray, bludgeoning flashlight, and nail file were all in my shoulder bag, which was hanging on a hook, out of reach, behind Munson. My gun was somewhere in the couch, but I really didn't want to use my gun. Guns scare the hell out of me . . . and they kill people. Killing people isn't high on my favorite-things-to-do list.
Probably I should have been happy to see Munson. I mean, I'm supposed to be looking for him, right? And here he is, doing a B & E in my apartment.
"Stop right where you are," I said. "You're in violation of your bond, and you're under arrest."
"You ruined my life," he said. "I did everything for you, and you ruined my life. You took everything. The house, the car, the furniture—"
"That's your ex-wife, you dope! Do I look like your ex-wife?"
"Sort of."
"Not at all!" Especially since his ex-wife was dead, with tire tracks up her back. "How did you find me?"
"I followed you home one day. You're hard to miss in that Buick."
"You don't actually think I'm your wife, do you?"
His mouth pulled back into a loopy grin. "No, but if they think I'm really flipped out I can plead insanity. Poor distraught husband goes berserk. I've laid all the groundwork with you. Now all I have to do is carve you up and set you on fire, and I'm home free."
"You're crazy!"
"See, it's working already."
"Well, you won't have any luck, because I'm a professional trained in self-defense."
"Get real. I asked around about you. You're trained in nothing. You used to sell ladies' underpants until you got fired."
"I wasn't fired. I was laid off."
"Whatever." He opened his hand, palm up, to show me he held a switchblade. He pressed the button, and the blade flicked out. "Now, if you just cooperate it won't be so bad. It isn't as if I want to kill you. I thought I'd just stab you a couple times to make it look good. Maybe cut off a nipple."
"No way!"
"Listen, lady, give me a break, okay? I'm facing a murder charge here."
"This is stupid. This will never work! Have you talked to a lawyer about this?"
"I can't afford a lawyer! My wife freaking cleaned me out."
I was inching my way back toward the couch as we talked. Now that I knew about his plan to cut off a nipple, using the gun didn't seem like such a bad idea.
"Hold still," he said. "You're not going to make me chase you all around the apartment, are you?"
"I just want to sit down. I don't feel so good." And this wasn't so far from the truth. My heart was flopping around in my chest, and the roots of my hair had started to sweat. I plopped down on the couch and dipped my fingers into the space between the cushions. No gun. I ran my hand under the cushion next to me. Still no gun."
"What are you doing?" he wanted to know.
"I'm looking for a cigarette," I said. "I need one last cigarette to steady my nerves."
"Forget it. Time's up." He lunged