The doorbell was an unwelcome event, and Calvert took his time rising, shuffling to the door, unlatching the chain, and pulling the door open. He said, curtly: “What.”
She was young and pretty. Girls like her did not come to his door ordinarily. He immediately distrusted her. She smiled sweetly and said, “Mister Willis?”
“Who wants to know?”
“What the hell kind of name is that? And what do you want?”
“I’m your angel, Mister Willis. You need to come with me—”
He slammed the door in her face. After a long, terrifying moment, the doorbell rang again.