Page 77 of Hurry Up And Wait

I shrugged helplessly. “I haven’t exactly thought this through.”

“Great plan. We’ll be murdered tonight, but at least you can give yourself time to come up with a plan!”

“Shh! Just go!”

“Fine. I’m going!”

I crept around the bed to the window and peered over the ledge. The man was laying in the dark on the roof. I couldn’t see anything more than that. He was just a blur of dark clothing. With only the moonlight to illuminate the roof, I had little chance of calling in a description to anyone at OPS, but at least I could tell them their sensors had been bypassed.

On bent knees, I hurried over to the doorway and tugged Riley a few feet away from the door. “I’m going to grab my cell and call OPS. You stay here and watch for any movement.”

“Are you crazy? I’m not staying up here while you call for help! I am not the dumb blonde in the movie.”

“You’re going to be the dead blonde if you don’t do what I say,” I snapped.

“Uh…hello? I’m not blonde!”

“It was a bad analogy—one that you made up!”

She rolled her eyes at me, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are we going to argue semantics or find a way to escape the serial killer on our roof?”

“Fine!” I hissed. “Let’s go. But if he breaks in while we’re downstairs, it’s your fault.”

I hurried downstairs, snatching my phone off the table as I made my way to the kitchen. I figured I had a few minutes tops before this guy worked his way inside. And that was if I was really lucky.

“OPS,” a bored voice said.

“This is Isla McKenna,” I whispered. “There’s someone trying to break into my house.”

“Isla, we’ve got someone on the way over. Where are you right now?”

“Downstairs with my sister.”

“Where is the intruder?”

“On the roof.”

“On the—what?”

“Outside my bedroom window.”

“Please hold.”

“No, wait, I?—”

But there was already elevator music playing. I couldn’t believe it. It was like calling 9-1-1 and being put on hold. “Enough of this,” I muttered, grabbing a frying pan out of the kitchen cabinet.

“Where are you going?” Riley asked as I ran upstairs.

“I’m going to bash this asshole’s face in.”

“You can’t do that! What if it’s not Shawn?”

“Of course it is!” I called over my shoulder, but before I could get to the room, she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to a stop. “Isla, as much as I want to see you bash in Shawn’s face, you can’t do this. I won’t let you. It’s an arrest waiting to happen!”

“No jury would convict me, not when they find out he was on my roof like some creeper!”

“Isla—”