"Breaking and entering!" came her voice from somewhere deeper in the apartment. "Are you really this dumb, breaking into a police worker's apartment?"<br/><br/>She'd moved into the kitchen off the hallway that was the entrance to the apartment, and grabbed a knife from the butcher's block, putting it on the little counter, and then the pot of soup beside it. Her heart was pounding as she moved around the counter and flipped the catch to the window, and jerked with one hand, trying to get it open despite the ice coating the outside; her other hand still held her gun.