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Good. The house was a lot more peaceful when the designers had all gone home for the day. Even the ones like Sarah and Eustace who had become friends.
    I found myself humming “Silent Night” as I got out and locked my car. I liked the way the snow muffled all the sounds around me, and the way my footsteps looked crisp and clear in the smooth snow on the walk. Should I e-mail Randall to remind him to send one of his workmen to shovel the walks tomorrow? Later.
    I opened the door, stepped in, and began stomping on the doormat to shake the snow off my boots. I was reaching for the light switch when—
    Something tinkled and broke in the distance. Upstairs.
    I glanced up. The house was dark, but had I seen a faint flicker of light out of the corner of my eye—like a flashlight being switched off?
    I stood in the darkened hallway and waited.
    Silence. I was just reaching for the light switch, when the hall light came on, half blinding me, and I heard two loud pops followed by the tinkling of something breaking nearby.
    Gunshots?
    I dashed into the study and dropped to the ground behind one of the armchairs. I pulled out my cell phone.
    The hall light went out again, and I could hear racing footsteps upstairs. Racing away from me, thank goodness.
    I dialed 9-1-1.

 
    Chapter 5
    â€œ9-1-1; what’s your emergency?”
    â€œDebbie Ann!” I found the familiar voice of the local dispatcher comforting. “I’m at the show house—there’s an intruder, and he fired a gun at me. I think he’s upstairs, and running for the back stairs.”
    I rattled off the address.
    â€œAre you in a safe place?”
    Was I in a safe place? If there was only one intruder, yes. I heard the garage door opening, so evidently the intruder had gone down the back stairs and was leaving through the garage. He was fleeing.
    But what if there was more than one?
    â€œNo idea,” I said. “I think so. I think he’s leaving.”
    â€œStay put,” she said. “And stay on the line.”
    Easier said than done, at least the staying put part. I felt like a sitting duck. I crawled toward the front windows. The garage doors faced to the side of the house, so it wasn’t as if I could see someone leaving through them. But he had to make his way down the driveway. And when he got to the street—
    A car motor started up outside. I couldn’t see anything. I suspected one of those cars covered with soft mounds of snow would be gone when I went back out. And that whoever was driving it was waiting till he got away from the house before turning on his lights.
    I described all this to Debbie Ann and crawled back behind the armchair. As usual, the adrenaline that had carried me through the crisis was deserting me now that the immediate danger seemed to have driven off. My knees felt weak. The hand holding my cell phone was visibly shaking. And I decided I had to do something, if only to distract myself. After all, if someone wanted to get me, they’d had plenty of time by now. In the dead silence of the house, my side of my conversation with Debbie Ann had been clearly audible.
    â€œI’m going to check upstairs,” I said.
    â€œI said stay put!”
    I didn’t bother to explain that I’d go crazy if I stayed put a minute longer. I got up from my refuge behind the armchair. I walked back to the hall as softly as I could and paused at the foot of the stairs, listening.
    Another faint noise. Was it just an old board squeaking? Or something else?
    I crept upstairs and paused at the landing. The intruder seemed to have come from the master bedroom. The sound seemed to have come from there.
    â€œMeg … Meg…” the faint voice on my phone kept saying.
    I stepped into the master bedroom doorway and turned my phone so the light of its screen shone into the room.
    There was something on the bed. My phone didn’t give off enough light to see what it was.
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