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She walked to the phone on her nightstand. Her fingers dialed 9-1-1. She gave her address, her name, and said the words that would change everything: “There’s a man in my apartment. He tried to use chloroform. I think he’s dead.”

“Please,” Maya whispered, her voice a perfect, trembling note of terror. She let her body curl, feigning the deep, boneless sleep of someone who had just been dosed. She let one arm flop off the bed. Threat- Chloroform- One woman who was attacked ...

Then she smelled it. Sweet. Cloying. Like overripe pears soaked in nail polish remover. She walked to the phone on her nightstand

Terror is a strange fuel. It doesn’t make you scream. It makes you calculate. He tried to use chloroform

He screamed, a choked, gargling sound, and dropped the handkerchief. He clawed at his throat, his tongue, as if he could scrape the burn out. The chloroform on his jacket, mixed with the pepper spray, created a new, vile perfume of chemical fire. He stumbled backward, blind and choking, and his heel caught the edge of her fallen laundry basket.