He whirled around and started at the punk holding the gun. He tensed then relaxed, leaning back. He studied the other man, shaking his head some. His Mary really did have poor taste when it came to men. If only she had listened to him when it mattered.
"How'd you get in here, Danny-boy?" he asked. "Pretty sure I locked my door. Guessing you broke in. Should call the cops on you, specially since you have a gun aimed at me."
Shaking his head, Frank tsked.
"What'd Mary say about her knight in shining armor now?"