I walked in and came face to face with a big man with a big gun. The door slammed shut behind me and I knew I was trapped. There was nowhere to go. I cursed under my breath. This had all started with that bloody parcel.
It had arrived three days ago. I had just settled down to watch one of these chat show that seem to dominate the morning ratings, when the doorbell rang. It was barely ten o’clock and I couldn’t imagine who would be visiting me this early. Puzzled, I roused myself and wandered though to the front door to see who my early morning visitor could be. There was no-one there but, just as I was about to close the door again, I spotted the parcel sitting right plumb in the middle of the doormat. It was wrapped in brown paper and tied with rough string. That was weird; the postman wouldn’t be here for hours yet, so I figured it must have been hand delivered. I stepped over to the stairwell and looked up and down the stairs, but there was no one in sight.