Criminal Behavior
Quarter past midnight. The time when any sensible person was sleeping. At least that was what Dr. Gabrielle O’Conner thought when she woke up to her doorbell and glanced at the clock.
Xena Lawless. It must be, though usually she called first. And she was usually hurt, her sleepy brain reminded her. That got her moving. Gabrielle jammed her feet into her mule slippers, and wrapped up in her thick, blue silk-and embroidery robe from Japan. The bell rang again as she was hurrying down the stairs.
“I’m coming!” she called out and ran to the front door. Instead of yanking it open, she peeked through the peep hole, then jerked back as if it had burned her. Dr. O’Conner swallowed hard, touching her head to the solid wood as the world spun.
Dammit, Lawless, I never said I would start patching up your friends as well.
With a deep breath she gathered herself, threw the triple lock and yanked open the door.
The man Xena had brought with her was beat to a bloody pulp.
