The sound of pounding on her door caused us both to look at the door. I walked over toward the top of the fridge and grabbed my shit before going to the door. When I looked through the peephole, it was Capella. He was standing in the hall in socks, sweat shorts, and no shirt on, with his gun in his hand. “What the fuck? Thought something happened to her.” I looked around him, and Aimee was in the doorway of her apartment with her gun. “What the hell was that scream about?”

