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Authors: Lisa Ladew
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his career with interest over the last nine years since he'd started Alpha Private Security, piecing together a picture of who he really was. Driven, she knew that. Close to his brothers. She knew that too. She wasn't sure about his relationship with his father though. It seemed strained. And the rumors about his love life made her blush. He was a good man though, that was obvious with the way he ran his business and conducted himself in public. He'd never married. Never even seemed to have serious girlfriends. Mica wondered about that fact the most.
The smell of coffee reached her and Mica walked to the kitchen to pour herself a cup. She sipped it, straight up, her tongue rebelling at the bitterness. She ignored it. She didn't want to enjoy her coffee right now. That was one of her special tricks when she was working on something big. Drinking and eating unpleasant things, like a salad with too much vinegar, or black coffee, when she was really a two creams, two sugars gal. Something about withholding pleasure caused her brain to work faster.
Mica found her phone and typed in Private Investigator San Francisco . The results made her realize she was searching for the wrong thing. She tried again with Private Security San Francisco . Knox Rosesson's company, Alpha Private Security, was the first on the list. Mica scrolled past it, her heart galloping in her chest. There had to be other companies that were just as good as his.
A noise in her living room startled her, making her jerk her head that way. Mica had a gun in the bedroom down the hall and her mind screamed at her to run and get it. Instead, Mica put her coffee slowly down on the counter, but kept her phone in her hand. She took one trembling step towards the archway that divided her kitchen from her living room, then another. She reached the archway and looked around, trying to figure out where the tiny noise had come from. Nothing moved. Nothing seemed out of place. Movement drew her eye to her front door. The thumb turn on the doorknob was turning. Someone was unlocking her door with a key! Mica squeezed her phone tightly as her body tensed with fear. She felt frozen, unable to move.
The chair was still wedged under the doorknob, but Mica knew that wouldn't stop him. Fear pounded a speedy drumbeat in her brain. Move! she screamed at herself. The thumb turn stopped moving and Mica held her breath in fitful anticipation, her fevered brain unable to believe she was just standing there.
Nothing happened.
Mica waited. The door didn't move. Mica watched the doorknob, almost seeing it turn in the video screen of her imagination. Still it didn't turn. The tension in her body squeezed so tight, that it finally broke, making her muscles feel hot and rubbery, but it was enough to allow her to move finally. She whirled around and ran for her bedroom at full speed, bouncing off the hallway wall. She felt in her pants for pockets, but she didn't have any. As she entered her bedroom at a run, she shoved her phone into her bra and snapped her hand down onto the gun safe on her nightstand. It popped open, and Mica grasped the gun, reciting her instructor's lesson inside her head.
Take your stance.
Take aim down your sight.
Take a breath.
Hold it one moment.
Let it out.
Squeeze the trigger with control.
Mica thumbed the safety off the gun and held it in both hands, pointed at the floor. She ran back to her kitchen, praying to God she wouldn't have to discover if she could shoot someone or not.
The kitchen was empty. Mica rounded the corner to the archway, slowing to a tiptoe as terror wheeled inside her, making her tremble slightly.
The living room sat empty. The door was still closed, the chair still in position. Mica took a few deep breaths to calm herself as best she could. She stared at the door, trying to think of her next move. Call the police? That would mean she would have to let go of the gun with at least one hand, something she didn't feel ready to do.
Mica
The smell of coffee reached her and Mica walked to the kitchen to pour herself a cup. She sipped it, straight up, her tongue rebelling at the bitterness. She ignored it. She didn't want to enjoy her coffee right now. That was one of her special tricks when she was working on something big. Drinking and eating unpleasant things, like a salad with too much vinegar, or black coffee, when she was really a two creams, two sugars gal. Something about withholding pleasure caused her brain to work faster.
Mica found her phone and typed in Private Investigator San Francisco . The results made her realize she was searching for the wrong thing. She tried again with Private Security San Francisco . Knox Rosesson's company, Alpha Private Security, was the first on the list. Mica scrolled past it, her heart galloping in her chest. There had to be other companies that were just as good as his.
A noise in her living room startled her, making her jerk her head that way. Mica had a gun in the bedroom down the hall and her mind screamed at her to run and get it. Instead, Mica put her coffee slowly down on the counter, but kept her phone in her hand. She took one trembling step towards the archway that divided her kitchen from her living room, then another. She reached the archway and looked around, trying to figure out where the tiny noise had come from. Nothing moved. Nothing seemed out of place. Movement drew her eye to her front door. The thumb turn on the doorknob was turning. Someone was unlocking her door with a key! Mica squeezed her phone tightly as her body tensed with fear. She felt frozen, unable to move.
The chair was still wedged under the doorknob, but Mica knew that wouldn't stop him. Fear pounded a speedy drumbeat in her brain. Move! she screamed at herself. The thumb turn stopped moving and Mica held her breath in fitful anticipation, her fevered brain unable to believe she was just standing there.
Nothing happened.
Mica waited. The door didn't move. Mica watched the doorknob, almost seeing it turn in the video screen of her imagination. Still it didn't turn. The tension in her body squeezed so tight, that it finally broke, making her muscles feel hot and rubbery, but it was enough to allow her to move finally. She whirled around and ran for her bedroom at full speed, bouncing off the hallway wall. She felt in her pants for pockets, but she didn't have any. As she entered her bedroom at a run, she shoved her phone into her bra and snapped her hand down onto the gun safe on her nightstand. It popped open, and Mica grasped the gun, reciting her instructor's lesson inside her head.
Take your stance.
Take aim down your sight.
Take a breath.
Hold it one moment.
Let it out.
Squeeze the trigger with control.
Mica thumbed the safety off the gun and held it in both hands, pointed at the floor. She ran back to her kitchen, praying to God she wouldn't have to discover if she could shoot someone or not.
The kitchen was empty. Mica rounded the corner to the archway, slowing to a tiptoe as terror wheeled inside her, making her tremble slightly.
The living room sat empty. The door was still closed, the chair still in position. Mica took a few deep breaths to calm herself as best she could. She stared at the door, trying to think of her next move. Call the police? That would mean she would have to let go of the gun with at least one hand, something she didn't feel ready to do.
Mica
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