When the street door was secured, Dez headed upstairs. He managed to close the door into Francis’s flat without leaving his prints on it, and headed for the cat room. It was locked, but Dez found Francis’ keys. Things had gone quiet inside. He slipped inside, wary of any feline escape attempts.
He found a room with dim, soft lighting. It didn’t have much in the way of furniture—not for humans anyway—but had a lot of cat beds, a couple of tall elaborate play towers, and various ramps and shelves on the walls, forming walkways for the cats, so they could climb high. Boxes of cat toys stood against the walls. There was even a cat-sized exercise wheel. Several pairs of eyes, flashing in reflected light, watched Dez from the high shelves or the top platforms of the play towers. They probably f
