The music didn’t stop, but a shadow passed across the blinds.

A moment later the lock clicked and the sliding door rolled open six inches.

Jaclyn stood in the opening with a half-empty glass of red wine.

She had on a bright crimson dress and black tights, her blonde hair pinned up in a silver clip.

She blinked twice when she saw the blue uniform standing in the dark.

“Oh,” she said, her voice sliding into a light, breezy lilt.

“Is this a noise complaint, officer?