The figure must have heard it, for he fled immediately and disappeared into the night. Delia closed the shutter as quickly as she could, but she knew it was too late. He had seen her. He had heard her scream and now knew how terrified she was. And if he had been watching her beforehand, he knew she was alone. It was too late to call the front desk; the only option would be to walk or drive over to the main office and use the emergency telephone that was used to dispatch security. She had seen enough movies and read enough thrillers to know you never leave your safe space. She called the front desk hoping they would provide a number for security. The recording only mentioned a number for maintenance. She dialed it next.

A man answered the call. “Maintenance.”

“Hi there, um,...

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