Abigail
"He's outside again."
Annette's voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers curled around the edge of the curtain, pulling it back half an inch.
I crossed the room in four steps and peeked over her shoulder.
Gavin, the henchman, stood at the building entrance below, his hands in his jacket pockets. The doorman had both arms out, blocking his way and shaking his head rapidly.
Their mouths were moving. Even from up here I could see the tension in Gavin's jaw. Was he going to hurt Dennis too? He had been stalking Annette the past few days. This was the third time he had shown up at our apartment trying to get in.
"Oh my god, he's going to attack poor Dennis," Annette whispered, clamping a hand over her mouth. "Is he psychotic?"
"He is a murderer Annie, of course he's fucking psychotic." I spat, pulling away from her to go to the door. I had to stop him before he hurt Dennis or anyone else. Annette yanked me back and pointed.
