Polished wooden floors. It was a well-placed and well-timed throw from someone who meant business and had probably done it before. Ray clawed his way upright like a wounded alley cat and was lucky not to shoot himself as he groped for his gun. He darted low across the foyer hit a light switch and saw the brick resting ominously next to a baseboard near the china cabinet. Using a quilt he swept away the debris and carefully picked up the brick a new red one with sharp edges. Attached was a note held... read more
