Chapter Nineteen
Myrtle grabbed her pepper spray at the same moment the back door creaked open. She carefully peeked around the kitchen door and saw the intruder entering her bedroom—clearly someone who’d become familiar with her house from previous break-ins.
She thought about picking up the phone to dial Red...or Miles, but knew there wouldn’t be enough time. Those pillows in her bed wouldn’t fool Hugh Bass for very long.
There was a slashing sound coming from her bedroom and Myrtle’s breath caught in her throat. It sounded like stabbing.
There was a frustrated cry and Hugh Bass bolted from her bedroom...and saw Myrtle on the other side of the kitchen island. He held up his knife and charged at her. Myrtle waited, blood pounding in her head, until he came close. Then she lifted the
