Bruno – Koontz, Dean

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BRUNO By Dean R. Koontz 1 I WAS SLEEPING OFF HALF A

BOTTLE OF GOOD SCOTCH

AND A BLONDE named Sylvia, who hadn’t been so bad

herself. But no one can

sneak up on me, no matter how bushed I am. You have to be a

last long in this business. I heard the thump near the foot of my

was reaching under the pil ow for my Colt .38 in the next instant.

hadn’t been out celebrating the successful conclusion of a case,

and drapes wouldn’t have been drawn. But I had been, and they

didn’t see anything. I thought I heard footsteps in the hal way to

living room, but I couldn’t be sure. I slid out of bed, stared

the room. Brown gloom, no intruder. I padded into the hal ,

No one. In the front room, I distinctly heard the rod of the police-

lock pul out of its floor groove. The door opened, closed, and

pounded in the outside hal , then down the apartment-house

into the living room and almost into the corridor before I

my skivvies. It’s not a building where anyone would care – or

notice – a guy in his briefs, but I like to think I have higher

some of the weird creeps I cal neighbors. Turning on the lights, I

that the police lock had been disengaged. I slid the bolt back in