It was the teeth that told her beyond any ability of her shocked mind to doubt that this was no trick.  Then the black man was there with his gun, telling her to move in a way Chunks might, calm but serious, and she was, grabbing a towel, leaping out of the tub and running back into the guest bedroom she’d converted into a library.<br/>She smashed the glass on her rapier case with the curtain rod and drew it across the top to dislodge the rest, then drew the blade and raced back to the hall, prepared to perform a lunge into the eye of first dead man to show his face.  Her hand was steady, though there was hysterical laughter in the back of her mind.<br/>