The hunter tapped on the door as he walked in ahead of me – Open For Business – he laughed, in a way. It echoed through the dark room. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Mom said she’d be there when I needed her. To trust her. I didn’t. I hadn’t really trusted her since she screwed over sweaty old Arthur. Maybe not since we left dad behind. I sure as hell didn’t trust her now. The hunter plopped himself down on the grungy mattress just in the door and looked up at me, tapping on the bed with his hand. That creepy laugh came out of him again, and he repeated the words – Open For Business.