Get a grip, Rose. He’s gone.
I tried to turn on the lights, but whoever broke in must have cut the electricity. Again. I heard pounding on the side door, causing my panic to return. What if the intruder was trying to get in the side door?
“Rose!” Joe shouted between the banging. “If you don't open this door, I’m gonna break it down!”
Relieved, I shouted, “I’m comin’, give me a second.”
I fumbled with the locks and turned the knob just as Joe burst through, half-naked. He stood in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.
“Are you okay? I heard you screaming and when I got outside, I saw someone running from your house. I tackled him, but he knocked me off and got away.”
In the dim light of the streetlamp pouring through the window, I saw multiple scrapes covering his head and back.
“I’m fine,” I said, trying to settle down. “I heard someone breaking in and found them halfway in the window, so I beat them with a broom ’ til they fell out.”
“Why would you do that? Why didn’t you run away?”
I hadn’t stopped long enough to reason it out. Joe was right. I should have run away, or at least called the police. More than likely, the person climbing through my window meant to kill me. I began to shake and collapsed in the kitchen chair next to me. I sucked in gasps of air as everything got fuzzy, now an all too familiar feeling; I was gonna pass out.
Joe figured it out as I did, kneeling beside me as he pushed my head between my knees. “You’re all right. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
The feeling subsided and I sat up, still shaking with fear.
“Can you call the police now?” Joe asked.
His question caught me off guard. “You didn’t call them already?”
The contours of his face hardened. “No, I can’t. You have to do it.”
“Why?”
“I’ll stay here until you call the police and then I’m goin’ back home. Don't tell them I came over and don't tell them I chased off the person who broke in. Just tell them you beat them with the broom and they ran off.”
“But why? Maybe you can tell them somethin’ about the person.”
Joe stood up and reached for the phone. “It’s dead. You’re gonna have to use your cell phone. Where it is?”
“In my purse…”
Joe grabbed the phone out of my bag, which still lay on the kitchen table. “I can’t explain, Rose, just trust me. They can’t know I was here. Can you dial 911 or do you want me to do it?”
I snatched the phone out of his hand, suddenly angry. “I can do it. If you're gonna go, just go already. I don’t need you, Joe McAllister. I fought the person sneakin’ into my house off all on my own. I surely don’t need you to press a couple of buttons on the phone.”
Joe hesitated, then pulled me into his arms and kissed me, making me forget that I had to make a phone call at all. He leaned back and caressed my cheek. “Thank God, you’re all right.” He gave me a smile, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I love your nightgown.”
Then he turned around and walked out the door.
Chapter Eleven
I waited for the police to arrive, alternating between anger and fear. What if I hadn’t woken up? What was up with Joe? Did Daniel Crocker have anything to do with this? It seemed an incredible coincidence that he saw me in the DMV in the afternoon and that night someone broke in. But when the police took my statement, I knew I couldn't tell them anything about him. What would I say? “You see, officer, it all started when I had a vision of myself dead…” They’d just haul me away to the funny farm, although I wondered if it might be the safest place for me at the moment.
The police went out back and did all their investigating, whatever that entailed. I hoped at the very least the incident would take their suspicion off me for Momma’s murder, but when I asked they wouldn’t tell me anything. They were there for hours while I sat on the chair in the living room, dozing off and on in my exhaustion. When they left around four in the morning, I struggled with what to do. I was too scared to sleep alone in my house. I didn’t want to call Violet and wake her just so I could get a couple of hours of sleep. Instead, I went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, which I realized I couldn’t do without electricity. I looked over at Joe’s house.
Why couldn't I tell the police he’d been there?