On the 61st day from when she'd collected her precious painting, Dawn arrived back at her flat after work. She went into her bedroom to gaze at her pride and joy, the painting hung on the wall opposite her bedroom window. Then off to her kitchen to prepare supper and pour herself a glass or so of Prosecco. Well, a girl had to live after all, and it was Friday night!
All of a sudden, she heard a crack and smashing sound from her bedroom, like a gunshot. She dropped the glass of fizz immediately, like a time-delayed ricochet.