Xo (Kathryn Dance 3)

"Down in a minute." She stared at the door.

Close it, girl! What's the matter with you. Buy time. Lock it, barricade it.

At the door she called, "Just out of the shower. I'll be down in five." She closed and locked the door. But the chair she tried to wedge under the knob was too low. Her dresser was too heavy to move. The vanity table wouldn't stop Mary-Gordon.

Find a weapon. Anything.

A nail file? A lamp?

Don't be an idiot, jump!

She ran to the window. Below her was not only concrete but a wrought-iron fence. If she didn't break her back she'd be impaled.

Listening at the door again, ear against the wood.

"Kayleigh?"

"Be down soon! Have a beer or make some coffee!"

Jump out the window. It's your only chance.

Then Kayleigh thought suddenly: no fucking way.

I'm fighting.

She grabbed the vanity stool and ripped off the Laura Ashley padded covering. The furniture was five pounds of hard wood. Not much but it would have to do. I'll lure her up here and bash her head in.

Kayleigh moved to the door, listening. She took a firm stance, gripping the stool like a baseball bat.

Then her phone rang.

Squinting at the screen. The number was vaguely familiar. Wait.... It was Edwin Sharp's! She recalled the number from the label of the redwood tree toy he'd helped Mary-Gordon pick out.

"Hello, Edwin?"

He said tentatively, "Hey, Kayleigh, listen. I'm almost there. Alicia asked me not to call you, just to come over. But, I don't know, what's this all about? Is it some kind of settlement thing? I don't want anything from you. It wasn't your fault what that guy with the congressman did."

And with a heart-shaking jolt, Kayleigh understood. For whatever reason Alicia had set up Edwin. She'd asked him here too and was going to make it look like he killed her.

"Oh, Edwin, there's a problem."

"You sound funny. What's the matter? I mean--"

"Stay away! Alicia's here. She's going to kill me. She wants to--"

A pause. "You're not, like, serious?"

"She's setting you up. She's here now."

"I'll call the police."

She said, "I did. They're on their way."

"I'm five minutes away."

"No, Edwin, don't come here! Go to Bradley Road, the minimart. Stay there, stay with people. That way nobody can blame you for whatever happens."

It was then that Kayleigh smelled smoke.