“Neil? What’s wrong?”

“I’ve got to go.” He ran from the main house to his. He checked the monitors and Tarzana feeds. Saw Gwen wearing a bathrobe and cleaning dishes.

He picked up the phone. Saw her answer it.

“Hello, Neil.”

The backyard motion detectors were fuzzy again.

“Neil?”

“What’s going on in the backyard?”

“Not this again. Remember what we talked about? A simple hello goes a long—”

“Damn it, Gwendolyn. Skip it.”

“Do not cuss at me, Neil MacBain, or I will hang up the phone. There is nothing going on in my backyard.” Now she was pissed. Something he didn’t hear very often, but at least she answered the question.

“Are the neighbors in the Jacuzzi again?” There was a light glow from beyond the reach of the monitors.

“I don’t know. I think so.”

“Go check.”

“Neil, this is silly. We both know there isn’t anyone roaming my yard.”

His hand clutched the phone so hard he heard the case around it pop. “Please, Gwen. Just check.”

Gwen turned her back to the camera in the kitchen, tossed the towel in her hand on the counter, and marched upstairs.

“This is the last time, Neil. Next time the monitor goes nutty you’re just going to have to come over here and check it out yourself.”

Gwen walked into her room and out of reach of the video monitors.

Then she screamed.

Chapter Eleven

Gwen dropped the phone and backed away from the window.

Both her naked neighbors were floating facedown in the water. Lifeless. Her body started to shake.

She needed to help them. Pull them out of the water. Call 911. Something.

“Gwen? Gwen? Fuck, Gwen?”

She heard her name. Didn’t know where it was coming from.

The phone.

She dropped to her knees and the alarm in the house suddenly started to scream.

She jumped and turned toward the door of her room. Half expecting someone to be standing in it. It was empty.

“Gwen?”

Her fingertips found the phone. “Neil?”

“Jesus, Gwen.”

“They’re dead, Neil.” Her breath came in short pants.

“Who?”

“The alarm. My alarm is going off.” Her whole body shook. What’s going on?

“I tripped the alarm from here. The police are on their way. Who’s dead, Gwen?”

She looked toward the window. “The neighbors. In the Jacuzzi. I need to see if I can help them.”

“No! Fuck. No, Gwen, listen to me! Stay inside. Stay in your bedroom. Lock the door.”

“But I can help.”

“Damn it, Gwen, no. You have to trust me. Where’s your gun?”

Gun? Why do I need the gun? It was hard to think above the screaming alarm filling her house. Neil was frantic, which wasn’t keeping her calm. Didn’t she need to be calm?

As she asked herself those questions, she opened her bedside table, found her weapon, and grasped it. “I have it.”

“Is your bedroom door shut?”

She scrambled to it, closed it with a loud bang. “It is. Do you think someone is here? Is someone here?” Was someone in her yard? She’d felt a set of eyes on her for weeks now. Did Neil know something?

“Hold on.”

She glanced outside again but kept her body shielded from the window.

Only her bobbing neighbors were visible. Lights from several neighbors’ houses went on. Probably because of the noise coming from her house.

She stepped away from the window, and pointed the gun in front of her as she looked in the bathroom, checked under the bed, her closet. Nothing. She released a shuddering breath.

She heard Neil talking to someone else through her phone. “Directly behind the residence. My client sees two bodies in a backyard hot tub.”

Gwen scrambled into the middle of the bed and listened to Neil barking information and orders. His tone was deadly. One she’d never heard him use before.

“Gwen?”

“I’m here.”

“Hold on.”

Like she could do anything else. She asked herself why she wanted to live alone. This wasn’t independence…this was fear. Raw unadulterated fear. Seconds ticked into minutes.

Her body jolted as the screaming of her alarm went silent. “Did you do that?” she frantically asked Neil.

“Yes. I’m in my car. On the way. Don’t open the door for anyone.”

She already heard sirens approaching from outside. “But the police.”

“For no one. I’ll let you know when I’m there.” It was a twenty-minute drive under the best of conditions from Blake’s home to hers. She didn’t think she could wait that long.

“What’s going on, Neil?” Something was wrong. Very wrong.

“Ten minutes.”

There were flashes of lights behind her house. She crawled to the window and noticed the flashlights of the police as they roamed the neighbors’ yard.

“Gwen?”

“The police are here.” One of the uniformed officers moved to grab one of her dead neighbors from the water. Another man stopped him by pulling him back. The officer tossed something in the water, and the water sparked.

“Oh, God.”

“What?” Neil asked.

“The police are trying to remove my neighbors but the water…It’s charged. It just arced.”

“Electrical current?”

“I guess. How is that possible?”

“Is there a power line down in the water?”

She looked around, didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.

“No.” She heard the horn of Neil’s car. “Be careful.”

“Are you still in your room?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Minutes ticked by at a painfully slow speed. Finally, Neil said, “I’m pulling onto your street.”

She squeezed her eyes closed and thanked God he was close.

“I’m coming in now.”

She heard him running up the stairs.

One urge from his foot and the door popped open, cracking the wood as it crashed against the wall.

Gwen flung the gun on the bed and jumped into Neil’s waiting arms.

He held her. His massive arms wrapped around her in a cocoon of safety.

“It’s OK.”

She held him tighter. Buried her face in his chest.

“Shhh, it’s OK.”

“I’ve never been so scared.”

“I’m sorry.”