Ean spun around again. Who the- he started to say when Rachel knocked again. Oh hell, Rachel? he said and didn’t even yell at me for letting slip who was in the hallway. Instead, Ean threw the door open. What are you doing here? he cried out.
Rachel screamed and jumped back. Ean froze, surprised, while she pulled herself together.
Oh, God, she said, hands over her heart, Do you always answer the door while brandishing a crowbar?
Ean looked at the offending instrument, then hid it behind his back. Uh, this is a bad neighborhood, he explained.
Rachel leaned forward. It made her back arch slightly, and prominent features became more prominent. Is that a board with a nail through it? she asked.
Ean dropped the board and the crowbar and stepped into the hallway. He pulled the door shut before Rachel could notice the fridge rattling in the other room. She was being far too observant. It’s a really, really bad neighborhood, he said. Okay?