Next door, still on her right: Canopy bed, unmade. Chairs, laundry hamper, every discernible surface was heaped with clothes. Dresser, open makeup, brushes, comb, balled-up tissues: Beth's room.
That brought Tommy to the end of the hall. The door opened onto a huge bathroom. Shower, Jacuzzi and a toilet in a separate cubical. The original master bedroom, transformed into a massage studio. There was a huge empty spot in the middle of the floor, large enough for the table. Cory's original place of business, until Peter closed him down after receiving complaints from the neighbors. Tommy walked over, flushed the toilet and returned to the hallway.
One door left. She walked up and put her ear to the crack. She could almost feel the hum of the computers, smell the heated electrical wires, ozo
