are you?”
“Upstairs.”
A voice spoke in the background, and then Josh barked orders to send a cruiser to her address. “Help is on the way, Bec. I’m fifteen minutes out.” Through the phone, a siren whirred to life, while at her end, silence reigned.
The dog’s not barking. She clenched the phone to her ear. “Josh, the dog’s not barking!”
“It’s going to be okay. I want you to hide in the bathroom. Lock the door.”
“But I’m on an old plug-in phone, I’d have to hang up.”
“Listen to me. You need to hang up. If the intruder sees a light on the downstairs phone, he’ll know someone’s in the house.”
Her fingers tightened around the receiver at the thought of breaking the connection.
A loud pop and whoosh cracked the silence.
She gasped.
“What is it? What’s going on?” The urgency in Josh’s voice sent her pulse careening.
“A... It sounded like a gunshot. Outside.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t one of the bangers that scare birds from the vineyards across the road?”
Her heart pummeled her ribs as she tugged the phone as far as it would reach and tried to see out the front windows from the hallway. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
A second shot sounded. And a puff of dirt kicked up in the yard.
She dropped to her belly. “No, it’s real. Someone’s shooting at the house!”
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