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My jail was a pretty nice one, as those things went. After Randall Lenz departed — those ominous last words of his about telling the truth still buzzing in my ears — I waited for a few minutes, just to make sure he wasn’t coming right back to torment me some more. However, as time crawled past and I remained alone, I decided it was probably safe to get up and check out my surroundings.
The “vacation condo” vibe was even stronger in the primary living area, which had a dark beige couch and two matching chairs grouped around a travertine coffee table, along with a coordinating dinette set off to one side. Abstract art in beachy shades of tan and blue and soft coral adorned the walls. No windows, but the largest wall had a photo-mural of a tropical shore installed to keep the place from f
