"Are you sure about this?" Megan Sandstrum climbed up and sat on the table as directed.
"Won't this work better if I'm kind of stiff?" Megan grinned.
John Bauer's chin shot up.
"Sorry. I have a bizarre sense of humor." Her grin died when she saw no answering smile.
though to stifle a scream.
She looked up at John's partner and nodded.
She snorted on her side of the glass and would have said something when he spoke again.
She faced John later across his desk. "He was very believable, wasn't he?" she said.
shock them even more when she showed up alive.
breaking glass—anything to relieve the monotony. When the phone rang, she snatched it off the bedside table.
"He's making plans," John said after identifying himself.
the word that she was alive and well.
windows before she changed into her nightgown. Despite that, she was thrilled to be home.
someone was breaking into her house.
back to the stairwell near the front door.
advice to hang onto it. Even that small contact would have been somewhat reassuring.
choose from, how long could it possibly take him to pick door number three and know that she was hiding nearby? Then he'd find her.
prayer that she vaguely remembered from her childhood, but all she came up with was a soundless whisper of "Hail Mary, full of Grace".
she could crawl out of her hidey-hole, a face popped through the closet door and she screeched.
It was a moment before her brain began to function again and she recognized John.
assigned to set up her husband.