Bump In The Night Author:Isabelle Holland She woke with a blinding hangover: "Jon, where are you? Why don't you answer me?" She paused, sure that she would hear his rather alto voice if she just waited. But there was no sound except the drip from the bathtub. — "Jonathon, goddammit! Answer me!" — Suddenly the silence seemed to have a threatening quality. Martha stood on the duplex la... more »nding orienting herself. It was Saturday, she told herself; therefore her son jonathon, age eight, should have been in his room« less