" Aw, shit,” he said, turning and jumping over the banister. He crouched down on his own porch just as she let the coffee cup go flying. When it missed his head by a few inches she groaned. So damn close, yet not close enough, she thought as it slammed into the side of his house and shattered. "

― R.L. Mathewson , Checkmate (Neighbor from Hell, #3)