CHAPTER 43
Frost’s curiosity vied with a few dregs of doubt as he climbed the creaky stairs from the basement of the clubhouse. A faint odor of paint hung in the air and he noticed the walls looked like they’d recently received a fresh coat of cream-colored semi-gloss. He emerged from the gloom of the stairway into the upper floor where the light was only slightly more vibrant.
He’d spoken with two fellows downstairs who’d agreed to walk a patrol during his absence, keeping an eye on things. Jess caught sight of him and rose from the sofa in the lounge, coming toward him, her hair like strands of silver filament, almost glowing in the darkened room. Together, they walked to the glassed-in lobby and Jess released the lock and opened the door leading out onto the veranda.
Frost took a ste
