If someone charges through, they’re about to get a face full of rusty nails. Something heavy slides against the door, and I hear a mumbled “Help.” Then, a thump, like someone’s fallen to the floor. I pause. It was a deep male voice, which is bad news. But they asked for help, and that’s throwing me off. The only males in this area are all alien, but most of them also have jobs that allow them to work here. The custodians. That weird-looking guy that helps the veterinarian. My neighbor’s new husband. If it’s him and he dies on my doorstep…is she going to come seeking revenge?
