Katyln quickly realized that she'd left her office door unlocked, a careless habit that could have just become a terrible mistake.

Bolting from her desk, she lunged for the door and twisted the insubstantial metal lock until it clicked. The mechanism jiggled when she tried it and gave little assurance it would hold if someone tried to force it. The glass door put her on display, like a parakeet in a cage with a nasty cat on the prowl. No place to run, no place to hide.

If Starman had come for her, there would be no one to hear her scream.

Genre: Mystery