She burst into the bathroom. He sloshed water out of the tub in his fright, clawing at a towel. His splashing tossed a devil-horned rubber ducky onto the tile floor where it lay glaring at the woman and the gun in her hands.
Water poured off his body as he stood. He tried covering himself with a hand towel, but it could not conceal the truth.
“It’s missing,” she sneered.