Harrison makes one complete round of the porch, stops at the back veranda, and leans against the house. With his gaze on the dark backyard, he draws on the cigarette, blows a plume through the tall columns, and glances in the direction he believes the mineral spring exists. He smirks and flicks ashes from the fag into the empty beer bottle in his hand, recalling the earlier scene in his room. Someone eavesdropped on his conversation behind the bolted door. It wasn’t his imagination because he saw a shadow spin beneath the doorframe when someone moved hurriedly away.
After speaking to Twyla in the parlor, he reckons she’s aware of his interest in Twilight Ends and spied outside his suite. Harrison takes another drag, evoking her burning gaze before he left the parlor. She’ll be a problem w
