CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE ROOM HAD BEEN RANSACKED. Clothing was strewn over the tile floor, their suitcases upended in the center of the mess. The bedding had been ripped off the king sized bed and the mattress flung to the side as if the intruder had looked beneath it.
Alf skimmed quickly along the wall, his gun at the ready, and did a visual scan of the main room. The door at the front of the villa opened and Alf’s gun swung that way. Clovis eased inside, his gaze sliding to his brother.
Alf shook his head.
Clovis nodded and moved toward the closet on the wall nearest the door. As he shoved it open, Alf covered him, ready to fire if anyone appeared. The closet was empty except for more clothing, which Alf and Pleasance had thrown on the floor to be washed.
Alf pointed toward the bathroom
