Chapter 2
The sound of my phone woke me and, barely awake, I groped on the night stand. The voice on the other end was digitized and distorted.
“You need to be as dead and flat as the squirrel. You have no respect for life. You sh—”
“Shut the f**k up!” I yelled and flung the phone across the room. In the next five seconds, the door of my bedroom burst open.
“Ryan?” Brendan stood in the doorway with a gun in his hand.
I sucked in a sharp breath, scared by his sudden appearance as much as the damn phone call. “It was another damn crank call,” I said when I finally pulled enough brain cells together to respond.
“Do you mind if I turn on the light?”
“It’s fine.”
He flicked the wall switch and the bedside lamp came on. I blinked in the brightness, eyes watering. He leaned down and picke
