The door opened only about an inch then stopped. Seconds turned into a minute and then another before the door slowly opened more. Carly stepped into the room. She was still covered with the dry blood from the last time she was here. Since then she had added the life’s flow from the maintenance guy that lived in the next building. It was his master keys that she used to get into the complex. Her robe was open. Somewhere she lost the belt that normally tied it shut. If she knew or cared the woman showed no signs. Neither did she seem concerned that her nose was still misshapen from the earlier fight or of the blood that was dried and flaking from her neck, chest, and breasts.
Carly turned and, with a lover’s touch, gently closed the door. She locked the knob and spun the deadbolt not reali
