Chapter 1
Bill Nash awoke suddenly from a deep, satisfied slumber. He didn’t know what it was, but something had jarred him awake. He rubbed his eyes groggily and listened.
He was beginning to think he’d dreamed the whole thing and settled himself to go back to sleep, when the sound of glass breaking somewhere in the house brought him fully
alert. What the hell’s going on? He rolled sideways, facing the bedroom door, and listened intently. Muffled sounds from the hallway beyond the bedroom door shot a rush of adrenaline through him, like a rocket. Someone was out there!
Reaching quickly under the mattress, he grabbed the heavy Magnum revolver he kept there, quietly opening the cylinder and checking the gun to be sure it was loaded. Filled to the max, it was ready to rock. Whatever was going on in his house, he was prepared.
Still watching the door, he leaned over, whispering in his wife’s ear, “Are you awake?”
There was no response. Kathleen Nash slept like the dead, oblivious to everything but her own sweet dreams.
His only thought, then, was his desire to protect her from
whom or what had invaded their home. Whoever was in his
hallway had come to the wrong place!
