CHAPTER TWO
He withdrew from the room as she closed her eyes, indicating, he thought, that she did not want any further conversation. He walked down the long hallway to the stairs, went down them to the first floor hall and to the door of the front room. It stood open, so he entered, after clearing his throat to announce his presence. There was no need for this, as it turned out. The room had no occupants.
He saw a pack of cigarettes lying on a coffee table, picked it up, extracted one and lit it. He looked about the room, noting the expensive-looking furniture again.
"Wonder what the hell is going on here?" he asked himself aloud.
He sat down on the same chair he had used earlier. Fifty bucks a day for doing nothing, plus a place to live is not bad, he thought. I wonder what she reall
