Wolf At The Door

His first thought was that a burglar had broken into his apartment. The hair on his neck rose as he felt someone watching and he spun to his right: it was the cop.

"What are you doing here?"

Others in uniform emerged then, bustling through his home officially and his shoulders loosened slightly. His words echoed in his mind and he winced at the audible panic in them.

He remembered a man entering his office and coolly brandishing a gun, the cold shock of lying on the floor as warm liquid oozed beneath him.

"Who would want to hurt you?"