A dog barked outside the window, woke Wanda. She was about to roll over, go back to sleep—when she noticed that they were not alone in the room. A man was sitting in a chair in the corner, his outline barely visible in the dimness. He had a sawed-off rifle with a silencer—pointed at them. "Who are you—what do you want—?" she cried. The constable cracked an eyelid, but didn't let on he was awake, as he carefully slid his hand down the side of his mattress to where he'd laid his. 44. "Wake him up!" the man demanded. Wanda shook the constable. "Okay—I'm awake—what's going on?" the constable said as he sat up, bringing his. 44 up under the blankets. "A man—with a gun!" Wanda cried. obooko.