Larry's room was just as empty as the last time that Dave had seen it. In one corner, there was a cot; in another corner, there was a small table and a chair. A khaki duffel bag and a beaten pair of sneakers rested in a third corner; a pot and a hot plate occupied the table.
As Larry admitted him to the cramped and barren quarters, Dave realized that nothing new had been brought into the place. Quickly scanning the premises, he looked for alterations, details which had changed or which he hadn't noticed before. He found nothing of interest; the room was as frustratingly vacant and unrevealing as it had been before.
Without closing the door, Larry walked to the table and leaned against it. Arms crossed, he faced Dave with an impenetrable stare, a cold gaze which exuded no trace of em
