Shocked, Barry Hibbard 's eyes were drawn to the pieces of his Ming Dynasty vase strewn across the floor. He'd known better than to leave it on the pedestal after the last close call. Instead of putting it in a safer spot, he had become more particular as to who he allowed over. This guest, however, was uninvited. Her features reminded him of a porcelain doll, but, unlike most porcelain dolls, this one had a shotgun."Where's the Rex battery?" she...