We waited, and waited some more, knocking again, louder. “That’s exactly what it means,” I finally replied. “Any suggestions?”
He shrugged and grabbed for the knob. It turned. “Uh, go in and wait?”
The door swung in, creaking as it did so. “Think we should?”
He was already inside before he answered. “Well, he squats in your room; might as well return the favor.”
I followed close behind. “Good point.”
Place was clean, at least. And teeny-tiny. Small bed at one end, kitchenette at the other, living room dead center, just big enough for a couch that could hold two super thin people, a short, square coffee table in front of that, a box on top of that.”
“That your granny’s jewelry box?” Zeb asked, sucking in his breath at the sight of it.
I walked the two feet it took to get to it and he
